“Tell me what you want,” he prompts.
“You first.”
He pulls back so I can see his intense expression, the kind that makes it hard to stand still. I’d really like to wither beneath him, just open up and let go, but I wait for his reply.
“I want to hear what kind of sounds you make when you come.”
“Then make me,” I challenge. “Should I tell you what I like, or can you figure it out?”
Silas drags his mouth down my throat, his response lost somewhere across my collarbone as he travels lower. He’s slow enough to make me tremble, not from surprise, but from the clarity of it. The control. Every part of me he touches is a prescribed sensation he’s already anticipated.
“You like that,” he murmurs in acknowledgement. “When I take my time.”
“Yes, keep doing that,” I breathe the words as if speaking any louder will break the spell we’re under. “Keep doing exactly that.”
He laughs softly. “Careful. I might start thinking you like me.”
“Who says I don’t?”
Silas stops for a second, eyes searching mine like I’ve shocked him. Then he kisses me harder, deeper, the question burning right through us until we’ve both forgotten.
His lips trail down my neck, open-mouthed and slow, hands exploring with quiet certainty. He unzips my dress with such practiced patience, I’m starting to struggle with my tolerance. Piece by piece, my clothing falls away, every motion deliberate, every touch designed to make me feel how focused he is.
I want to scream, yell at him to break already…
Until his fingers slip between my thighs. I gasp his name and bite his shoulder, my head lolling forward as all the fight leaves me in a rush for the promise of an orgasm.
It’s the only thing that’s rushed tonight.
“That’s it,” he whispers his encouragement, stopping long enough to turn me so my back is against his chest. “Just like that. Don’t hold it in.”
“How can I?” I snap at him, though it holds no true heat.
“Good.” He laughs against my ear, the delectable rumble causing me to shiver. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
He presses his thumb against my clit and circles as he drags his fingers through my wetness, holding pressure at my entrance but refusing any sort of penetration. No, he’s enjoying watching my expressions in the mirror across from us. Every time I moan or whimper, his rhythm changes to be faster, slower, teasing me until I’m panting.
I finally come on a groan that sucks the energy from my soul, my knees wobbling from standing through the onslaught.
“Good girl,”he murmurs, meeting my eyes in the mirror.
The words land deep in my core, where I’d really like him to be right now… Less command, more appreciation. I would preen over his praise, but he doesn’t allow me any time for banter.
Silas scoops me up, gently depositing me on the bed as he nestles between my legs. He kisses his way down my stomach, tracing the inside of my thigh before dragging his tongue lightly across my clit.
He takes his time, steady and patient, until the tension builds again, higher, sharper. It’s impossible to contain, but I try my best not to fight against him or pull away when my second release hits me like a freight train. I gasp his name, and he smiles against me like he’s been waiting to hear it.
“Your turn,” I say breathlessly, tugging at his hair.
Silas rises at my silent request, pale eyes fixated on me, pupils so wide he looks drunk off the pleasure he’s feeding me. He kisses me, the taste of my release lingering between us.
“You like the control,” he mentions casually, like he’s got me figured out. “So tell me how to fuck you.”
I grin because he’s un-fucking-believable in more ways than one, but right now, I don’t want to talk. “Hard enough for me to forget your name.”
“That’s not going to happen, Eris.” He groans as he lines himself up, but he stops to make sure I’m looking at him as he speaks. “You won’t forget me.”
When he slides inside me, it‘s all heat and tension, every torturous inch enough to make me want to live in this moment for ages. He starts slowly, thought-out as he waits for me to rejoin the living. I shift my hips in invitation, and he finally gives me what I’m asking for. What I need.
