The tingles coursing through my body at this moment feel exhilarating.
"I'm not joking right now, Briar. You've just caused a lot of shit. Maines and Oak had to flee! Who knows where they went? You need to snap out of this. You aren't yourself."
"They will be fine—Maines is smart. Did you really think my father would be okay with Oak falling for Maines?"
"You're defending his actions?"
"No, I'm pointing out the fucking obvious." I flick my wrist, and a chair flies behind his knees, making him sit. "That's more like it."
"Briar, it's me. Please stop this. There is darkness in you, yes, but this is something different."
I stalk toward him, straddling him, placing my hands on each side of his shoulders. He sucks in a breath as I lower myself onto his lap, my lips crashing into his. He jerks back, staring into my eyes, and I feel the darkness lift from my vision, the hazel shade returning.
He cups my face. "You can't let this dark anger inside you take over like that. It changes you into something that isn’t controllable. Are you back? Is this you?"
"I never left."
That’s enough to convince him. Our mouths collide as if we are desperate to devour each other. His hands travel under my shirt, pulling it over my head, the crown remaining perfectly placed as I return the favor. His muscled chest pressing against my breasts sends a thrill through my body to my already molten core.
Silas pushes me up, so I stand before him, my bare chest nearly at eye level. He grasps one of my breasts, placing it in his mouth, his tongue working gently over my firm nipple. I tip my head back, hoping to stay in this moment forever with him. My hands travel through his hair and down his back, my nails digging into his soft skin. He releases my breast, and the cold air sends a shock to my system. His eyes lock with mine as he slowly unbuttons his pants, slipping them down to the floor, his hardened length at full attention. I step back, smirking as the excitement makes my center throb. I slowly remove my pants, stepping out of them with a kick to the side. The only thing left on my body is my crown.
His face grins wickedly. "My Queen. My God." His eyes darken as he grips the arm of the chair.
"Leave it on," he begs.
I move toward the chair, kneeling before him, my hands traveling up his thighs. He tips his head back, closing his eyes as I taste him. His length hits the back of my throat, and I hum—delicious.
"Fuck!" he gasps, squirming under my hold.
My wet lips work in tandem with my hands as I begin to bob my head in his lap. His hands tangle in my hair as he guides me, choosing a speed that satisfies us both until he can’t wait any longer and pulls me away by my hair.
Feeling proud, I rise from his lap, my lips swollen while a hunger shows behind his eyes—a desperation. I climb up onto the chair, straddling him once more. He kisses me, his hands brazenly exploring my entire body as his arousal teases at my entrance. I lower myself down, teasing back but never fully committing.
When I’m unable to stand it any longer, I thrust myself down, his length filling me to the deepest level. A moan leaves my mouth as I rock back and forth. He bites my neck, sending pain and pleasure down my spine. My breasts bounce as the speed at which I ride him increases. His fingers dig deep into my sides as he changes the pace, slow and deep. I feel the pleasure building in my core as I grip the back of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his muscular neck.
“I’m going to do horribly great things to every fucking inch of your body, my Briar,” he moans.
His words are my undoing.
A white-hot pleasure causes my entire body to tremble—my back arching against him—my breasts pressing into his face. I ride the pleasure, stars dancing in my eyes. My darkness is seemingly at bay as I continue to move over his hard body. I could die in this feeling—nothing matters in this moment as I scream his name. He growls into my breasts, holding onto myhips as I pulse around his length. My chest heaves as I come back down, barely catching my breath.
He picks me up in one movement, my legs wrapped around his waist, with his arousal still deep inside me. He throws me on the bed—my breasts bouncing from the movement—and he stands before me, taking in the view.
“My turn,” he growls.
The sight must drive him mad as he thrusts hard into my wetness once more, making me gasp and grip the bedsheets. At first, I was in control. But now he’s fully in command, hammering into me with sheer lust, plunging deeper each time. I don’t think he can go much longer, but I’m wrong—his thrusts continue, wilder now as I know he’s close. Silas tips his head back, exposing his beautiful neck to the air, trying to slow his release.
In one fluid motion, he flips me to my stomach, removing his length from my body—the feeling of emptiness making my body tremble with need.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he demands.
I slowly move into the position, obeying his commands.
“Good girl,” Silas whispers. “You may not listen to me in the outside world but here, you will do as I say.” His tongue does a full sweep of my exposed core, sending a shockwave through me. “Do you understand?”
I moan, leaning back against his face, letting him go deeper as he devours me from behind. Soon, his tongue is replaced by his length, filling me once more. He wildly thrusts against me. Our bodies crash together at a speed he now chooses. Silas grips my hips, his strong hands digging into my sides, as he uses them to drive into me with more force.
Release finds us both as I melt into him. My vision blurs from the pleasure rushing through my entire body.
