His breath ghosts over me, so close I can almost feel it against where I’m throbbing.
The anticipation is torturous. Every nerve ending focused on that one spot. Waiting. Needing.
I arch my hips. He pulls back.
“Stay still.”
“Silas,” I beg.
“Stay. Still.”
I force myself to stop moving. My fingers curl around the ties binding my wrists.
He leans in again. This time, his tongue traces the same path his mouth just took, up my inner thigh, stopping just short of my pussy.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”
I can’t answer.
“Since the lake house.” His mouth moves to my other thigh. “Since you walked through that door, and I didn’t recognize you.”
He bites. Not hard enough to hurt. Hard enough that I gasp.
“I wanted you the second I saw you at our cabin.” Another bite. Higher. “And every day after that.”
His tongue finally—finally—finds where I need him.
The first contact makes my hips jerk off the bed. He pins them down with one forearm across my stomach.
“I said, stay still.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.” His mouth returns. “You will.”
He’s not gentle about it. No tentative exploration. He knows exactly what he’s doing and where.
My thighs start shaking within seconds. The restraints keep my hands pinned, so I can’t touch him, can’t guide him, and I can only take what he gives.
And what he gives is relentless. His tongue circles. Flattens. Presses. When I’m gasping, he stops and pulls back completely.
“No.” I pull against the ties. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m just getting started.”
His fingers replace his mouth. One finger pushing inside. Testing.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
He adds a second finger. No warning. He pushes them both in and curls them immediately.
The angle hits somewhere that blurs my vision.
“There?” He watches my reaction intently.
I can’t form words.
“Answer me, Tania.”
