Chapter Thirty #2
Katherine had heard quite a lot about Silas’ mouth, but none of it prepared her for this.
It took him all of ten seconds to find exactly the pace she liked, to figure out just the right combination of teeth and tongue and touch to have her writhing on the table.
Just the technique would have been more than enough, but the whole experience was heightened by the fact that he was so clearly, undeniably into it.
He pulled her hips to the edge of the table, groaning as he buried his face between her legs. The sounds he was making—moans, sighs, occasional interjections telling her how good she tasted, quickly cut off when he dove back in like he couldn’t stop—turned Katherine’s core molten.
Silas built her desire brick by brick, a slow, inexorable climb.
He took his time to tease her, alternating between slow slides of his tongue and hard drives of his fingers until she was so wound up that she thought she might pass out.
And then, just when she thought she couldn’t handle any more, he gave her everything, pushing her off that glittering edge.
She came back to earth to Silas still kneeling in front of her, chest heaving, chin glistening—wet, from her—eyes blazing.
“Bedroom,” she breathed, and he rose to his feet, scooping her up like she weighed nothing. The strong, independent woman part of her demanded she tell him to stop doing that, but she liked it too much to form the words.
“Where—”
“There’s only two options. It’s the one without the toilet.”
Silas grinned. “Stop talking.”
Katherine grinned back. “Make me.”
Silas took her direction, kissing her hard as he walked them into her bedroom.
He contrasted the rough press of his mouth by laying her down on the bed with an almost heartbreaking gentleness.
He crawled over her, propping himself up on his elbows, and then he devastated her with slow, languid kisses that made her feel like a flower in the sun.
Once again, he didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry.
Katherine admired his restraint—she was so turned on she wanted to hump a pillow, and considering that his jeans seemed to be stretched to bursting over the hardness of his cock, he was in the same boat.
But when she reached for his belt buckle, he pulled her hand away, lightly pressing her wrist down onto the bed.
“No,” he said. “I don’t want to rush this time. Not with you.”
Katherine wasn’t sure if it was the words or his eyes that did it, but she went liquid. She pulled his mouth back to hers, and she let those drugging kisses sweep her down, down, down, until she couldn’t think of anything else but him.
Finally, finally, he pulled away, his gaze staying glued to hers.
It couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds for him to throw his pants to the ground, to pull a condom from his wallet and slip it on.
For him to lean forward, press his hand to her cheek, drop his forehead against hers.
For him to whisper her name against her mouth before lining his cock up to her entrance.
Couldn’t have taken more than a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity in the worst way possible.
And then he thrust into her, and that felt like an eternity in the best way possible.
He went slow, giving her time to adjust, but she didn’t need it. She was so wet, so needy. So ready for him to give her everything she could take. More.
She ran her hands along the taut muscles of his lower back and pulled him closer, deeper. He entered her the rest of the way in one hard drive and she gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Okay?” Silas asked.
“Better than.”
He smiled again, the gold in his eyes sparkling, dimple popping out in an expression that was pure innocence. And then he thrust into her in a movement that was pure sin.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t stop pounding into her again and again and again, until they were both sweating, both groaning from the pleasure. Katherine could hear her bed creaking and for a brief moment wondered if her furniture could survive Silas Khatri. Hell, she didn’t know if she could survive Silas Khatri.
She tapped his shoulder, and he let her flip their positions, her legs stretching as she kneeled on either side of his muscular thighs. She ran a nail lightly down the center of his chest, tracing the pattern of his abs as he caught his breath.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased.
“God, you’re cocky.” Katherine took said cock into her hand, giving him a few harsh pumps as he bucked beneath her.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his so carefully held composure fleeing the building.
Katherine considered teasing him more, but seeing him lose control was too intoxicating to resist. She lowered herself onto his shaft.
The new angle let her take him even deeper, and they both moaned as she landed flush against his hips.
She set the pace, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. Silas matched her speed with a hand on her clit. She tilted her hips up and then suddenly he was hitting the sensitive spot inside her until her rhythm stuttered and her legs jellied.
She didn’t bother trying to stop it. Didn’t hold back at all as she shattered around him, as he surged up to catch her saying his name with his mouth.
He grabbed her hips, thrusting into her rough and quick, drawing out her orgasm, burying her in sensation.
He groaned into one final, brutal thrust as his own release found him, and Katherine leaned her head on his shoulder, listening to his fast-beating heart as she came back to her body.
They stayed like that for a moment, until Silas gave her a deep kiss and helped her off him.
She lay on the bed completely boneless as he got up and disposed of the condom.
She told herself it was fine that he was going to leave.
She didn’t need the warmth of his body next to hers.
This was just sex. Good sex—great sex—but that was all.
He didn’t leave. He came back and crawled into bed next to her, gathering her in his arms and guiding her head to rest against his chest. Katherine thought she might cry.
His hands brushed absently through her hair until their breaths calmed, then synced, two simultaneous whooshes of air punctuating the darkness of the room.
“Silas,” she said.
“Mm?”
“I have an important question.”
Silas lifted his head to look at her, his brows furrowed in concern. “What is it?”
“Do you own pajamas?”
He blinked. “What?”
“I can’t picture you in pajamas. In my head, you sleep in a full suit.”
Silas laughed, the sound rumbling against Katherine’s cheek. “Yes, Katherine, I own pajamas.” He paused for a moment. “Black silk button-down pajamas.”
Katherine grinned. Silas pulled her in tighter against him and she relaxed into the warmth of his skin. Impossibly quickly, she fell asleep.
Silas woke up alone.
No, that wasn’t fully true. He woke up next to a fluffy orange beast—Katherine’s cat, whose name he hadn’t caught the night before.
The cat didn’t seem to care that they weren’t even on a first-name basis, cuddling up in Silas’ arms like a little spoon.
It was very cute, but he’d expected to wake up with a woman, not a feline.
He gave the cat a few pets, then pushed himself up. He hadn’t slept that well in years. The low headache he’d had since he was a teenager had somehow disappeared.
He stood, finding his clothes and slipping them back on before walking into the living room. Katherine was in the kitchen, her back to him as she looked at something on her phone.
“Morning,” he said pleasantly, but when she turned, his mood instantly crumbled. She looked upset. No, more than upset—she looked horrified.
“You should probably go,” she said quickly, not meeting his eyes.
She regretted it. Regretted him.
He knew it was a mistake. Had known it when he called the Uber to her apartment. Had known it when he stumbled up the stairs. Had known it when he pounded on her door.
He’d told himself he was coming here to chew her out.
To tell her that he wasn’t the guy she thought he was.
That he was worth something. That he was next in line to take over one of the most powerful covens in the world, and she should respect him for it, even though lord knew he didn’t respect himself.
But instead he’d shown up here looking like a lost puppy.
She’d taken one look at him, broken, his soul exposed, and she’d seen him for what he truly was—wretched. Worthless. A spoiled rich boy. All those words she’d thrown at him, proven true.
And he’d stood there pathetic and ripped open and she …
And she.
He wanted her. She wanted him. Neither of them would deny that the sex had been fantastic. But physical want had never been his problem.
The problem was getting anyone to want him for anything else.
Katherine couldn’t want him for anything else. Not with everything she’d said. Not with everything he’d done.
He wanted to reach for her, to beg her for some kernel of absolution. Some hint that this wasn’t just a casual hookup. But he was paralyzed by the fear that those beautiful bee-stung lips would twist up in a smirk as she told him it meant nothing. He meant nothing.
So he walked to the door.
“Silas,” Katherine started, her voice quiet. “If you need somewhere to stay tonight…”
More pity. He was drowning in it.
“I can afford a hotel, Katherine.”
And with that, he walked out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.