My hole ached pleasantly.
Silas muttered something under his breath before rolling me onto my side and digging the covers out from under my dead weight. The moment he pulled them over both of us, he collapsed down onto the mattress in a heap.
Honestly, I could die happy here.
CHAPTER 14
Terran
Morning light streamedin through the open blinds, rousing me out of my sleep.
While my body ached, the bed was comfortable, enveloping me into a lush cocoon I had a hard time forcing myself out of despite my screaming bladder begging me to run to the bathroom.
The sheets, the comforter, all carried Silas’s woodsy scent. Turning my head, I buried my face into it, breathing in deeply until I was practically coated in it. Funny how, up until now, I thought it was from the cologne he was wearing when in reality, it was actually justhim.
Talk about having it all: money, a nice body, a huge fucking dick, and having a nice natural musk to top it all off.
Seriously, why was the universe continuing to reward this man with everything?
What the hell did he do in his past life to get such good luck?
Without knowing what time it was, I had no way of telling how long I’d been sleeping. With the way the sun was comingthrough his windows—five of them from what I could gather when I slowly peeled my eyes open to squint into the orange light—if I had to guess, it was probably around eight or eight-thirty.
My sister and niece would definitely already be up and in the process of going through their normal morning routine. Which meant I had no way of sneaking back in and pretending like Ihadn’tjust spent the night over at a guy’s house.
The questions would be flying the moment I tiptoed inside, relentless and ruthless until Amelia was satisfied she’d extracted every single minute detail out of me. Without a love life herself, she liked to live vicariously through me during those seldom times I actually did find my way into a stranger’s bed for the night.
I think it was her way of connecting with me, like a couple of overly gossiping best friends with far too much time on their hands.
Most of the time, I never minded.
What did it matter when I’d never be seeing my one-night stand again?
Back in the city, it was easy to flow between hookups. The casual scene having been born and bred there made for easy access to whatever flavor I wanted for the night. Coming home with plenty of stories to tell my sister had been a weekly occurrence for a while during my few months in the academy and how often I’d needed to blow off steam.
Up until we moved here, no hookup would’ve kept me from chattering all morning with her while she attempted to feed me one of her horrible attempts at pancakes while Ainsley kept herself occupied in the living room with morning cartoons rolling in the background.
This time, though—this was different.
I wanted to keep this one private and all to myself. Like some kind of sacred boon.
I sat up slowly, my back giving a small twinge from the pretzel I’d been twisted into all night. It was the good kind of ache, though; the kind after a hard workout that left you feeling drained but completely satisfied.
I caught sight of Silas buried under the covers when I looked to my right. His head was tucked under two pillows with only his arm visible from the small gap between them. I lifted a pillow slightly to peek at his relaxed features; he had a hand raised to rest against his mouth, his dark lashes brushing against his cheekbones in a rather angelic way.
Honestly, it wasn’t fair at all for a man this hot to exist outside of the cover of some magazine touched up to the high heavens. People that looked like him weren’t real; they were supposed to be the product of heavy digital editing and carefully staged photographs.
Not curled up under a mound of covers that weighed nearly as much as my five pound weighted blanket, sleeping peacefully like he hadn’t just gotten done wrecking my fucking body like it was his day job hours before.
God,I felt good.
Slowly setting the pillow back over top of his head, I peeled myself out of his bed and stood. Fucking that intensely had led to us both to completely crashing afterward instead of with an awkward exchange at the door while we waited for a rideshare to come get me and drag me back to the other side of town.
My body was still crusted over with cum, my panties sticking to me like glue. They tugged uncomfortably while I walked, pinching the hairs of my happy trail. One of my thigh straps was halfway down to my knee, rolled inside of my stocking. The other was still around my thigh, the stocking still clipped by my garter, but even without looking, I could tell the crystals hadmade a permanent impression into my skin from how long I’d been laying on them.
After pulling open two wrong doors in his obnoxiously big room, I was finally walking into the marble floored master bathroom.
Flicking the light on and swinging the door shut behind me, I had to stop and marvel at the opulence. Gold hardware paired with white everything else. The combo was pretty and not at all what I would’ve pictured Silas having. Dark and broody was his style, not whatever this was.
