Now, he lifts me effortlessly onto the kitchen island, his body pressing hard against mine, completely taking over as if our connection is the only thing holding him together. He leans in, burying his face in my neck, inhaling deeply before his tongue flicks along my skin, tracing a slow, teasing path from my collarbone to my jaw. It’s animalistic and raw, like he’s driven by something primal, something far beyond words.
The room spins around us, but all I can focus on is him—how his weight feels against me, how his lips and hands claim me, how for the first time, I’m seeing a side of Silas that’s as vulnerable as it is powerful.
“Fuck,” he groans with genuine anger. “What are you doing to me, Lauren?”
Abruptly, he tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to his bedroom.
“What are you doing?! We just ate!” I shout, clinging on as best I can to avoid falling, but I know I won't; Silas's hands are firmly holding me by my butt.
“I need to have you, now.”
As soon as he throws me onto his bed, he removes his clothes, revealing his toned chest, masculine legs, golden skin. I swallow nervously at the sight of such an Adonis. Silas tears away the little clothing I have left, flips my body, and positions me on all fours. He runs his index finger from my folds to the forbidden parts of my body, and my body tenses at the intrusion, but Silas keeps me still.
“Do you trust me, Bunny?” His voice is heavy, distant,wild.
“Y- yes?”
“Yes or no,” he says, stimulating me THERE.
What was the question? Unable to respond, he grips my ass withboth of his large hands and licks me. “Oh God!” I cry out, closing my eyes as the wave of pleasure overwhelms me.
“Yes or no?” he asks again.
“Y- yes,” I manage to reply.
“Then let me give you pleasure. Let me show you how much I want to see you cum over and over again until your legs can’t hold you up.”
“O- okay.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he says, his tone sinister. His voice sounds possessed, determined. His tongue begins to caress my ass, while his index finger slides into my core. In and out, in and out, without mercy.
“Silas” I moan, clutching the sheets until my knuckles turn white. Suddenly, I feel filled with him, his body, his voice, his masculine scent.
“Tell me ...” he says as he keeps stimulating me, “Do you want me to fuck you here?”
I do. I want it.
I WANT IT.
“I just want you, please.”
“You’re going to make me cum just with your words, Lauren.”
He removes his finger and positions himself at the entrance of my pussy, ready to thrust inside. “Do you want my cock? Tell me.”
“I want to feel you,” I whimper.
“I’m all yours, baby,” he declares, and suddenly he pushes inside me. His thrusts are fierce. His groan is inhuman. His fingers dig into my hips. He fucks me with violence, with passion, with hate, with love. He fucks me the way I always imagined Silas Walker would.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. “So fucking wet for me. Aren't you, baby?” Silas is lost in how passionate, sensual, and lustful this is.
The base of my stomach tightens, and the bubbling need starts to boil inside me. “Silas!” I warn.
“I know ... I know! Fuck Lauren, cum on my cock.”
The moment my orgasm floats and explodes throughout my system, Silas comes, spilling his seed deep inside me.
For a few seconds, we lie there, still convulsing, breathless, caught in the aftershocks of everything we just shared. New feelings surge within me, emotions I’ve never known before, and I have to bite my lips to keep from saying something I’m not ready to admit. Silas pulls away gently, then drags me onto the bed with him, enveloping me in his strong arms and legs, his body a warm, heavy shield around me.
