“It was like this, the scene between the knight and the queen,” I mouthed, lips brushing against her entrance. “He had her shoved back against a wall, and I have you pressed up against the counter. But that’s nothing but semantics, menace.”
The sound of breathy moans filled the air around us as I worked her with my fingers. “Gods, Colette,” I couldn’t help myself as I lapped at her like a man starved. Like a beggar in the desert, lost for forty years. She was theonlysustenance I would ever need. I clung to her, fingers leaving marks on her thighs as I devoured her.
“Silas,” she whimpered above me, the moment in her hips growing erratic.
“Fuck, baby. So quickly?” I could feel her fluttering around my tongue as she prepared to come undone for me. One of my hands crept up to her clit, coaxing her closer and closer to herthirdorgasm at my hands. “Say it — say that no one makes you feel this way, pretty.”
“No—” her words died on a gasp when I pulled back, leaving herdrippingand wanting. “No one?—”
A flick, gentle, but directly on her swollen clit. “Do better, Colette.”
“No one makes me feel like you, Silas,” she managed, panting as she clenched around my tongue.
“Better than your smutty books?”
“Shut up,” she hissed, “shut up and make me come, Silas.”
“Greedy thing,” but I conceded, delving my tongue in quick, languish movements as my fingers strummed at her clit. My own moans mixed with hers in the cold winter air, free hand dropping to stroke myself through my sweats. “Fuck.”
She fell apart on me, thighs clenching at my ears as she came on my mouth. I drank down every bit of her climax, my cock twitching in my pants as I savored every drop.
CHAPTER 23
Colette
“You’re perfect like this,”he whispered beneath me as he pressed a kiss against my thigh. “Desperate. Shaking.Mine.”
I sobbed his name, wrecked and ruined and drenched, knowing he had me exactly where he wanted. I’d climaxed from his hands… from histongue, three times since the snow storm started.
That’s when the idea popped into my head.
I slid off the counter before I could talk myself out of it, my knees hitting the cold floor as his fingers slipped from me. He stood, looking down at me like I wasdaringhim, like he knew exactly what I meant to do and was already ten steps ahead. My fingers fumbled at the tie on his pants anyway, triumphant when the knot wriggled open.
And then I freed him.
God.
My mouth snapped shut. He was thick and heavy in my hand, a cock you couldn’t ignore even if you wanted to, flushed at the tip, a bead of slick already waiting for me. My stomach flipped. For once, I didn’t have a single clever thing to say.
“Cat got your pretty little tongue?” His voice was pure smoke, amused and wrecked all at once.
I forced myself to smirk, but it wobbled. “You wish.”
I leaned down and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock before I lost my nerve. The taste hit my tongue, salt and heat, and I tried to set a rhythm that made me look in control. But Silas didn’t buy it for a second. His fingers slid into my hair, not rough at first — just guiding, testing how far I’d let him push.
Then he tugged. Firm. Inescapable. My throat tightened as he eased me down farther, and the burn in my lungs made my eyes water. “Fuck, Colette,” he groaned, head tipping back, voice gone ragged. “Look at you.”
I tried to glare up at him, spit slicking my chin, but he only grinned, dark and feral, and pressed me lower. I gagged, nails digging into his thighs in warning.
His grip softened immediately. His thumb stroked my cheek, gentling even as his cock pressed against the back of my throat. “Tap twice if it’s too much. You hear me?” His tone had dropped, steady and grounding beneath the filth.
I managed a nod, heat rushing through me at the mix of it — command wrapped around care. Safe in the danger.
Then his smile sharpened. “Good girl.”
The next drag of his hips was ruthless. He fucked my mouth, using me, keeping me where he wanted me. I couldn’t set the pace, couldn’t do anything but take it while my throat worked and my pride burned. And he praised me through all of it, filthy encouragement spilling out of him, each word unraveling me more.
You take me so well.
