He pushes my thighs apart with a commanding touch, but instead of giving me what I’m silently begging for, he drags his mouth along the sensitive inside of my thigh.
Just breath. Just heat. Just torment.
“Silas…” I choke out.
He looks up at me, pupils blown wide.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Say my name.”
His thumb strokes slowly up my thigh, stopping just shy of where I’m shaking for him.
“Say it again, when I make you come apart without even touching you the way you think you want.”
The shock of it steals my breath.
Then he lowers his mouth to me, but even then, he takes his time, teasing around the edges of sensation, finding every nerve that lights me up without giving me the direct pressure I’m desperate for.
Heat floods through me in dizzying waves.
My hands twist in his hair, and he reacts instantly, pressing my hips down into the mattress with one arm, pinning me so I can’t chase more.
“Uh uh,” he growls, dark with satisfaction. “You take what I give you.”
I gasp. I can’t help it. It comes out of me like a tremor, a hot crackle of humiliation and need. He finds it delicious. I can see it in the glint of his eyes as he looks up from between my legs, lips parted, tongue glancing against his teeth.
He’s not going to let me win. Not one bit. Every flick of his tongue is calculated, a careful study in just enough to tip me over but never let me go under. My body starts to buck, but he’s strong, pressing me down, holding me still. He circles, almost atouch too light at first, until I think I’ll scream, then suddenly the pressure deepens and I do scream, the sound shattering in the quiet room.
Every slow stroke, every soft flick of sensation, drives me higher.
He adjusts constantly, reading me, timing me, keeping me dangling right at the edge.
My breath breaks.
My thighs tremble.
My voice is a mess of pleading sounds I can’t control.
“That’s it,” Silas murmurs against my skin. “Feel it. Don’t rush it.”
I’m shaking so hard I can’t think.
He gives me one sharper movement, one powerful stroke, and the world snaps open.
I shatter, helpless and shaking, his name ripped from my throat.
Silas holds me through it, gripping my waist, anchoring me, kissing the inside of my thigh, calming the wild he intentionally unleashed.
When the tremors finally ease, he kisses his way back up until he hovers above me, brushing his thumb along my cheek.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I nod, breathless. “Better than okay.”
“Good,” he murmurs, smiling wickedly. “Because I’m not done teasing you yet.”
He captures my lips in a slow, consuming kiss, and I kiss him back, fingers in his hair, pulling him down harder.
He groans, a raw, uncontrollable sound.
