“A cruel one,” he says.
I lean forward and his lips meet mine, his hand on my ass as the other tangles in my messy hair.
He moves me over his jeans, his cock hardening as he slides his flannel jacket off my shoulders. His touch is warm and comforting and I don’t know how I could have ever lived without feeling his touch again.
I know what to expect now, and I’m not scared. I’m eager. Even after the hell we’ve been through, being able to relive one of the best moments of my life is priceless.
I shift my hand between us, unfastening his pants as he shimmies them off his hips. I laugh as he unsuccessfully takes off his pants, and I stand.
He pushes up my shirt, kissing my stomach, and I toss it off my head, before he unbuttons my pants and pushes them down my legs. Silas kisses my lace-covered pussy, before dragging his tongue over the material. He has a momentary loss of control as he grips the side of them and shreds them in half.
He grips my ass, bringing my center to his face, holding me at the juncture of my thighs and cheeks. He lavishes my clit with his tongue. I rake my fingers through his hair, keeping him where I want him. He moans and I realize he’s stroking himself while touching me, which only makes me even more turned on.
My legs tremble and he holds me in place while I nearly tug on the dark strands of his hair.
A whimpered moan falls out of me as he sucks on my clit, sending me over the edge. I shiver with my release as Silas pulls his pants off, using his feet to toss them in the corner.
He holds my waist as I sit back on his lap, my wet pussy sliding against his hard cock.
“You were pretty confident we would end up here tonight, huh?”
His hands cup my face, our gazes locked in on one another.
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is we’re here now. Let me bond with you again, let me be the husband you deserve.”
“You already are,” I tell him, bringing our lips together.
The same butterflies are still there, even after all this time and sacrifice.
His hands leave my face, holding me up as he slides himself into me. I unbutton his shirt, sliding my hands over the broad expanse of his chest as I slide down his length.
There’s no comparing our two bondings, but this feels more intimate, more purposeful as Silas’ eyes meet mine, nothing but love in his golden gaze.
“Mark me over the scar,” I tell him and he glances down at my neck.
I want to take this awful thing and make it beautiful again. I slowly ride him as I push all my hair to the opposite side, giving him my neck.
Silas is barely hanging on beneath me, and I know the moment he knots me I’ll be done for.
“You’re mine, Vi, in this world and the next,” he says, his tongue licking a stripe up my neck as he thrusts from below, pushing his knot into my entrance.
I scream my pleasure as he sinks his teeth into me for the second time. The euphoric feeling of the bond taking place again and the way he fills me up perfectly is almost too much.
I’m whimpering as he ruts me from below, licking the spot he just re-marked and I push through the exhaustion and do the same for him. Marking him in that same spot I claimed not so long ago.
Relief floods through me as I feel our previously severed connection.
His knot is still in me even as his cum threatens to spill out and he holds me close.
I rest my head on his chest and he soothingly rubs circles on my back.
Never in a million years did I see myself here. Never dreamed the first boy I kissed would end up being my last. That the man who was supposed to be my enemy became my everything. Yet, here we are.
“What now?” I say, pulling back.
He smiles, his eyes slightly hazy with lust. “We live the life we always dreamed of,” he says.
I stroke his face and press a quick kiss on his lips.
