Just when the peak was rushing towards her, Silas pulled back, pressing his lips to her inner thigh as she gave a frustrated whimper.
“Honora?”
“Please, don’t stop,” she whimpered, thrashing her head on the sheets.
He returned to his torment with a growl.
Sweat was pooling between her breasts, her head creeping towards the edge of the bed as he feasted on her, his arms tightening around her thighs to hold her close as she started to tremble and writhe with excruciating pleasure.
She was shuddering, her climax building and twisting deep inside when Silas pulled back suddenly, crawling up over her body as her legs fell open around his hips.
He lowered himself against her with something like desperation, his mouth crashing into hers.
Honora could taste herself on his lips, a sweet tangy hint of sin that made her tremble with dark need.
Silas ground himself hard against her heat, no longer the gentle lover of minutes ago.
“Honora, tell me to stop. Tell me to go back to my room.”
She wound her hands under his arms, stoking the heaving flanks of his side. “I thought we were just playing a game?”
Silas bared his teeth, reaching between them to rip open his drawers, pushing them low on his hips until his cock lay thick and heavy against her belly.
Her core clenched, an answering need flaring in response.
“This is not a game. It never was. I want you.”
He grabbed the bottom of her shift and worked it up over her shoulders, urging her arms up so he could drag it free and fling it away.
His breath came fast as he stared down at her nudity, and then he ducked his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
The warmth of his tongue as it flicked against her sensitive peak almost undid her, but then he moved his head to the other, not just kissing now, but sucking, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
His hands came up to cup their weight as he feasted on them, tonguing and lapping and sucking as if he could devour her whole, his hips rocking against the sheets as she cried out in shock and amazement.
It was as if there was a line of sensation that ran from her chest to her core, every nip and lick building the tension there until it was unbearable, the slightest pressure threatening to send her spinning into sensual oblivion.
His back hunched, he slid his mouth up over her chest to her lips and pressed himself again between her thighs, nudging against her centre with the crown of his cock, her entrance so wet he threatened to slide right in.
“Yes, Silas. Oh God, please.”
Honora wrapped her legs across the back of his thighs, pulling him closer, mindless with need.
He pressed harder, her flesh parting around him with an exquisite ache, and he groaned against her lips.
“I wish I could say otherwise,” he panted, flexing his hips, working himself further into her tight heat as sweat beaded on his forehead. “But I’m doing this for me.”
He pulled back, watching her face as she bit her lip against the overwhelming sensations.
“I’m doing this because I can’t stop myself. I want you too much.”
With a growl, he thrust deep, breaching her completely, his gaze swallowing hers as his hands gripped her waist, then smoothing up over her quivering belly, between her breasts, coming to rest at the base of her throat.
Honora relaxed into the touch, letting it steady her as her head fell back, feeling him push deeper, her eyes fluttering closed, enthralled with the unfamiliar feeling of fullness.
“That’s it,” he whispered, closing his eyes briefly as he pulled back, her core clenching around the movement as he made a low, husky sound in the back of his throat.
His hips surged forward again, sliding easier this time, and Honora shifted her hips to take more of him.
