Then he thrust inside me to the hilt.
I gasped—sobbed, really—the stretch of him stealing my breath away. Silas didn’t move right away, just shifted his hips…settling deeper, fuller, making sure I knew exactly what he wanted. He let out a shuddering breath and gripped my shoulders, groaning.
“Fuck, June…fuckin’ flutterin’ around me already,” he rasped. “You want this bad, don’t you?”
I nodded, but he still didn’t move—just stayed there, buried inside me.
“I need to hear you say it, baby.”
“Yes,” I choked out. “God, yes…please.”
His hand moved, sliding up my neck to get a handful of my hair. The hand still on my shoulders slipped higher to stroke over my pulse point, his cock throbbing inside me with every beat of his heart.
Then…he pulled out, pushed back inside.
Another thrust, slow and devastating.
“You gonna take all of it for me?” he murmured, hips rolling steady. “Gonna let me fill you up until you’re so well-fucked you can hardly speak?”
“I’ll take everything you give me,” I sighed.
He bent low over me, chest to my back, breath warm at my ear.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“Say what?”
“Say you want me to get you pregnant.”
“I want it,” I whispered. “I want it so bad, Silas.”
“Fuck,” he moaned. “I’ll give it to you. Give you everything.”
He straightened…then his rhythm began to quicken, moving faster with each stroke. The front of my thighs hit the bed, fingertips curling in the blankets. I was already practically lying across it when he joined me, bracing one knee beside mine, pounding the future into me like a prayer.
He didn’t just fuck me.
Heclaimedme.
Every thrust saidmine, every growl in my ear echoedforever. And I gave it to him—I gave himeverything, sobbing his name into the mattress, aching in the best way as my body opened, welcomed,believed. I’d been told for years that this was what I was made for…but in the depths of my sex-fogged mind, I realized that wasn’t it at all.
Me and Silas, we were made for each other. To love each other, to pleasure each other, to build on each others’ strengths and to fall ever more deeply in love.
His pace was almost frantic now, his hands covering mine on the bed. “Fuck, June?—”
“Come inside me,” I begged. “Please, please…please, I want to feel you.”
He groaned—broke—the sound ragged in my ear. I felt his hips stutter, one final thrust so deep it dragged a cry from my throat.
And then?—
“June,” he gasped, my name like a prayer on his lips.
Heat spilled inside me in a rush, hot and endless, his body trembling with it. He didn’t stop moving—kept grinding through it, as if he could push it deeper, like he wanted to etch his soul into mine and to take all I could give back.
And finally, he collapsed over me, still lodged inside.
Silas moved us just a little, keeping his cock inside me,turning us both onto our sides to tuck me into his chest. One muscled arm looped over my waist, pulling me close, his lips in my hair.
