A moan leaves my mouth, and my nails dig into his back as he pumps in and out of me. From the show I put on moments ago, I’m already close to exploding, and from his feral movements, I know he will torture me until the end.
“Harder,” I moan against the nape of his neck.
Silas slams his hips against mine, and the wooden wall digs into my back, but he doesn’t slow. “You are so wet and fucking perfect.”
His deep thrusts become more rapid, and I squeeze my legs around his waist as tightly as I can. My entire body shakes, and I bite his neck, which is my undoing. A white, dazzling heatspreads across my whole body, and I’m blinded for a moment. Silas pulls his gaze down to watch where we’re connected as a new hunger drives his expression wild. He continues to pump into me, like tonight is all we have.
“You are mine,” he groans into the nape of my neck. “You are fuckingmine.”
With what we will experience tomorrow, I’m thankful for the ferocity. I continue to ride the incredible high, unable to stop myself from unraveling against his strong body. I moan his name as he covers my mouth with his hand. Another orgasm slams into my chest as he continues to thrust his hips against mine so hard my thighs tremble. A blast of pleasure sends tingles through my entire body, and I dig my nails into his shoulders as my head tips back against the wall.
The sensation forces a pleasured sob from my throat, and Silas leans forward.
“Quiet.” His hand wraps around my throat, tightening. “Unless you want the entire ship to hear all the fun we are having.”
Silas travels his hand from my throat to my jaw as he presses his thumb into my mouth.
“But, go ahead if you’d like.” His gaze bores into mine. “Let them know who you belong to.”
My moan becomes a muffled desperation of pleasure as I bite down, hard.
The pleasure swirls in my throbbing body, like the rising waves against the ship, and my chest heaves. Silas keeps a firm hold on my legs wrapped around his waist as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
He watches me, his eyes filled with lust.
“Look at you.”
Thrust.
“How undone you become.”
Thrust.
“Just for me.”
Seconds later, Silas releases a rough moan as he slows, emptying himself deep inside me.
I melt against his strong body, leaning away from the wall, and he catches me, propping one arm on the wall behind me while he catches his breath. His chest heaves against mine, but his hold doesn’t waver. My legs stay wrapped around him as he carries me back to our small bed. Silas sets me down gently and falls to the bed beside me, still breathing heavily.
We breathe silently in unison for another moment before he props up on his elbows, gazing at my naked body once more.
“You can do this, Briar,” he says.
“Do what?” I question.
“Win.”
I blink and don’t respond.
“You don’t realize how strong you are, but I do.”
I trace my fingers over his scarred chest. Silas tips his head back, but continues speaking.
“I see it every single day. You have a way of commanding the room without even trying. Just look at what you did to me.” He winks. “You’re the only person I’d let nearly bring me to my knees.”
I huff a near-quiet laugh.
“You can do this. But tomorrow is going to be challenging,” he sighs.
