“What’s everything?” she whispers, her eyes lingering on my lips.
“That love and hate are two sides of the same coin,” I murmur, my gaze fixed on hers. “It’s in the intensity—the fire—that makes them equal. That gray area where passion, exhilaration, and lust blur the lines. You can step right into love or left into nothing, never knowing what you could’ve had. But me? I’m not wasting a single second. You’ve always been love to me, Lauren. It’s always been you.”
Our mouths collide, fierce and hungry, and I swear, no matter how much I kiss her, it’ll never be enough.As our tongues tangle, I lift her onto my desk, hiking up that tight little skirt that’s been driving me wild all day.
“Did you lock the door?” I growl, my voice low and rough. “Because I’m not responsible if someone walks in and drops dead from seeing you naked.”
“Yes,” she moans against my lips, “it's locked.”
I pull down her panties and bury myself inside her. It’s an overwhelming need to have her now, almost suffocating, like a panic attack threatening to take over if I don’t have her at this exact moment.
My thrusts are slow; I savor them because I don’t want to rush with Lauren. I want to enjoy her, feel her, and connect with her.
“Oh God …” she moans, gripping my back to keep from falling.
“Silas, Bunny, my name is Silas, not God,” I say, nibbling on her ear.
Before she can protest, I pull out and lay her face down on my desk. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times that it feels surreal to see her round, perfect ass right in front of me, so exposed and ready for me to touch.
And that’s exactly what I do.
I grip her cheeks with both hands, squeezing with all my strength.
She gasps, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“I’m sorry, Bunny. Let me make it up to you,” I whisper as I bury myself back inside her warm pussy. My head falls back, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Fuck,” I growl as my thrusts begin to quicken.
Lauren clings to the edge of the desk, bracing herself for my relentless assault. “Silas …” her voice more a warning than a moan. I can tell she’s close.
I slide my hand, reaching her clitoris and massaging it. “Lauren, I can’t hold on much longer …” But before I can finish my sentence, my orgasm erupts, and from the way her core clenches around me, I know she’s cumming too.
My fingers dig into her hips as I empty myself inside her.
For a few minutes, we lie in silence, only the sound of our breathing filling the air.
“I love you,” I say, my voice cracking, betraying how deep it runs. “I can’t wait to live our life together—take care of you, satisfy you every night and make you forget all the mistakes I made in the past.”
I kiss the top of her head, lingering for a moment, then step back to give her space to get up and fix her clothes. But instead of moving, Lauren wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight, powerful hug, like she’s holding onto something she’s never letting go of.
“I’ve always wanted to hear those words when I was younger,” she whispers, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
I gently stroke her hair, my chest tight with emotion. “Did you always want me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she admits, her smile growing. “I even hated myself for wanting you, but deep down, I always knew I loved you.”
“Thank you for waiting for this idiot to figure it out.”
Silas
Dear Persephone,
So many years of solitude have borne their fruit, for what you bring into my life, goddess, is pure bloom and vitality.
I watch you on the day of our union, our wedding, as you move among the guests with graceful, joyful, and picturesque motions. You saturate my senses with your beauty; you shine like no one else in a verdant field. You smile, and I must confess that I fantasize about being the creator of your happiness.
It is my greatest longing to make you happy in my realm.
You look at me with wary eyes because I’ve stepped away for a few moments to write these words that seem distant. They sound intrusive in my mind because I never believed I would feel this way. It is so new, overwhelming, and perfect that sometimes I think Morpheus is playing tricks on me.
