The noise he makes I can only describe as a masculine whimper as he pushes into me—not all the way.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll work you up to taking my knot. You want it, don’t you?” he asks, his fingers laced in my hair and his cock deep inside of me.
I nod, the motion straining my neck and he smiles, before leaning in and kissing me.
“Do you know how fucking long I’ve thought about what it would feel like being inside of you? Better than I could have imagined,” he says.
He hitches my thigh up, the wetness that was coating his fingers is now sticky on my thigh. It allows him to go deeper. He’s bigger than any toy I’ve used on myself and I embrace the stretch.
I dig my nails into his broad, thick shoulders, and can’t help but to look down, admiring the way we look together.
His abdominal muscles flex, as the hair that trails down his stomach presses into the softness of my skin with each thrust. The dark patch of hair above his length hits my clit with every flex of his hips, and I’m close.
“Silas,” I say his name. I'm not sure if it’s in praise or a forewarning, but he clearly likes his name spilling from my tongue while he’s deep inside of me.
“Make a mess on your m—husband’s cock,” he tells me.
He forces my mouth back to his, kissing me hungrily as he pushes in and out of me, his pelvis rubbing in just the right spot.
“You own me, Violet,” he says, and it has me falling apart, hitting my second peak of the night.
My walls tighten around Silas’ length and he’s moaning with me while I let it ricochet through me.
“Come inside me,” I grate out.
I swear it wasn’t a spell, but it almost feels like it the way he immediately presses harder into me, coming with a curse, and a firm hand tightening in my hair.
He doesn’t pull out right away, and all I can think is this was one-hundred percent worth waiting for.
Chapter 32
Istroke her soft skin, her bright blue eyes scanning my face, and I wonder exactly how we got here and where my patience went.
My plan was to wait, to make sure she was ready for this—that I was ready for this. But when she ran from me, something snapped. I had to claim my wife, my mate.
My cock is still deep inside of her, and I regretfully have to slide out. I wince at the loss of her wrapped around me, but don’t stop staring at her.
She’s beautiful. Perfect. Usually, nothing in our lives is ever done therightway. But this felt right, the only thing that would have made it more perfect is slipping my knot deep inside of her. But I know, the moment I do that my teeth will be deep inside of her neck marking her as mine.
I push some sweaty hair off her face and press my lips against the warm skin of her cheek, taking in her scent, the soft touch of her fingers on my shoulders, how small she feels beneath me. I don’t want to move or face reality.
Can’t Violet and I live in this moment forever? Where nothing is weighing over our heads and it’s just us? I kiss her onelast time before looking into her eyes, needing to know that this moment was just as salient for her as it was for me.
“Okay?” I ask her and she nods.
“Yeah, more than okay,” she replies and I stroke her cheekbone with my thumb.
“You’re sure?”
“More than sure, Silas. It was amazing,” she says, her bright eyes sparkling back at me as I lick my lips and consider where we go from here.
“What were you doing out here naked, anyway?” I ask, glancing over at the fire that’s still going on.
She laughs and shakes her head. “It was supposed to be a spell in virtue, in not giving into physical desires.”
I laugh and smile at her, which is contagious. “Didn’t go so well for you.”
She uses her nails to scratch through my beard. “I think it went the way it was supposed to.”
