His gaze meets mine, and his hands attempt to move against my hold, desperate to touch me. His stare is filled with hunger, only for me and what I’m teasing him with. My heart races in my chest, and my body fills with excited anticipation.
“Ineedyou, Briar.”
“More,” I snap.
“If I don’t have you right now,” he pauses and groans, “I will… fucking die.”
I lower my gaze, returning my mouth so close to his tip that I know he can feel my breath.
“Then let me be the one to bring you back to life.”
Silas Nastronde, the Prince of Darkness, is helpless under my touch. It brings me great pleasure knowing that I am among the very few who might be stronger than he is. I lick slowly from the thick base of his length to the tip, before wrapping my lips around his entire cock. A low moan leaves his mouth, desperate for more, as I pump up and down as far as my mouth and throat allow. I move my hand in tandem with the rhythm of my mouth, gripping hard.
He’s enjoying this, and so am I, his moans echoing around us as I lower down again. After a few minutes, I release him, wiping my mouth slightly, and he barks in protest.
I step back a few paces, my shadows still pinning him down, and stare at him. Silas looks stunning while totally under my command. I slowly begin to unbutton my shirt until it falls to the ground in a graceful descent. His eyes grow wild, staring at my bare breasts.
“Get over here,” Silas demands, but is still unable to move. “Now.”
“Such an impatient man,” I reply, smirking.
“I’m not fucking joking.”
I begin to unbutton my pants. He wiggles under the hold of my shadows, desperate to free a hand to touch me. Just like my blouse, I let my pants fall to the ground, having purposefully skipped undergarments earlier tonight for this very moment. I stand and bask in his gaze for a moment before I begin to lower my own hand, tracing every inch of my chest and moving toward my hips.
I take my time before I reach my own wetness and tip my head back at the touch, my body desperate for friction.
“Fucking Gods,” he whispers.
I plunge two fingers into my own body, causing a whimper to leave my lips as he watches.
“Do you want to touch me, Silas?” I ask, on a moan.
“Yes,” he rasps.
“Do you want to fuck me, Silas?”
“My love,” he groans, the impatience obvious in his tone. “I want to fucking ruin you right now.”
I grab my aching breasts, staring at him.
Silas trembles as he watches me, desperate to reach me. “I want to devour you, your soul, and make you forget your own fucking name. I’m going to make sure mine will be the only godsdamn name you ever scream again.”
I snap my fingers, releasing my shadows. “Then ruin me.”
Before I can blink, he shifts from the bed and pins me against the far wall. Both hands slam against the wall on either side of my head as he leans in close, nipping at my bottom lip.
“You will regret teasing me in the best fucking way.”
“Is that a threat?” I bite his bottom lip.
“You should know by now that I don’t make empty threats.”
He lifts me against the wall, fingers digging into my sides, his cock already poised at my entrance. A devilish smirk spreads across his face.
“Only promises.”
Silas’s lips crash against mine as he slams into me with a hard thrust.
