He laid me down gently on the cool sheets, my body still buzzing from the high. I watched him strip off the rest of his clothes, hismovements quick and deliberate, revealing every inch of that powerful frame. Muscles flexed under his skin as he kicked away his pants, his cock still throbbing, slick from our earlier mess.
He climbed onto the bed and settled behind me, pulling me into a side-lying position—like spoons nesting together. It was easy on my pregnant belly, no pressure, just his body curving around mine protectively.
I felt his anger fade away, replaced by something controlled. He wasn't gentle, not exactly, but he held back, careful not to jar the baby. His thick length nudged at my entrance from behind, and with a slow, deliberate push, he slid inside me. The stretch was delicious, filling me up without the earlier fury.
I couldn't see his face, just felt his hot, ragged breaths against my neck and the steady rhythm of his cock driving in and out.
His head rested in the crook of my shoulder, lips brushing my ear. "Fuck, Anthea, your pussy's gripping me so tight," he murmured, voice low and dirty, as he sucked on my earlobe, teeth grazing it lightly. "You were made for this—for my cock owning every inch of you."
The position had me completely at his mercy. I had no clue what he'd do next, and that unknown thrilled me. I clutched the sheets, surrendering to the waves of pleasure building again.
Sure enough, his fingers trailed slowly down my spine, tracing the curve like he was mapping me out. A shiver ripped through me, making my whole body tremble.
His hand paused at my ass, and the other joined in, kneading the full cheeks. He spread them apart, then let them snap back together, over and over.
Fear spiked in me—I thought he might push there. "No, Silas, please don't... not there," I begged, voice shaky.
He chuckled darkly, breath hot on my skin. "Relax. I'm just looking. Your ass is so fucking perfect—pink and untouched. Tempting as hell, but not today." He nipped my ear again, whispering, "Someday, though, I'll claim that too. Make you beg for it."
His fingers shifted lower, dipping to where we were joined. He stroked around my stretched folds, circling my clit in time with histhrusts. The combo was electric—his cock pounding deep while his touch teased that sensitive nub.
"Feel that? Your greedy little cunt's sucking me in, begging for more. You're dripping all over me, aren't you? Such a dirty girl, getting off on being my fuck toy."
I moaned, the pressure building fast. His words lit me up, filthy and raw, pushing me closer. He sped up his fingers, rubbing harder, syncing perfectly with each slide of his dick. "Come for me, Anthea. Squeeze that pussy around my cock—show me how much you love being filled."
It hit me like a storm, my body clenching around him as I came hard, waves crashing through me. I cried out, fingers digging into the sheets, lost in the intensity.
But he wasn't done. He pulled out slowly, his cock slick and glistening, and nudged my legs together. "Keep them tight, just like that," he ordered, voice rough with need. He slipped between my thighs, thrusting into the snug gap, the friction hot and teasing. Every few strokes, the head brushed my still-throbbing pussy lips, accidental but deliberate, sending aftershocks through me.
I could barely handle it—fresh off one orgasm, this new stimulation was too much. "Silas, oh God, it's too much..." I whimpered, but my body betrayed me, hips rocking back instinctively.
"Take it, slut," he growled, leaning in to suck on my ear again, teeth tugging. "Your thighs feel so good wrapped around my cock. So soft and wet from your cum. I'm gonna fuck this tight space until I explode all over you." His pace quickened, grunts mixing with my gasps. The occasional graze over my clit had me trembling, building toward another peak I couldn't fight.
When he came, he bit down hard on the back of my neck, marking me like an animal. Hot spurts coated my thighs, his body shuddering against mine. "Fuck, yes—take my load, you filthy little thing," he rasped, the words vibrating through his bite.
The pain and heat pushed me over again. I shattered into a second orgasm, clenching around nothing but feeling every pulse of himbetween my legs. It was overwhelming, leaving me boneless and spent.
He held me through it, his hands roaming possessively over my body, tracing my curves like he owned them—which he did, in that moment. We stayed tangled like that for what felt like forever, breaths syncing, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and sex.
After it all, I lay there limp, trying to catch my breath from that mind-blowing fuck. My inner thighs quivered, numbness crawling up my spine to my fingertips. I didn't have the strength to even twitch.
Silas stayed behind me, his warm hand covering my swollen belly, lost in thought. Then the baby kicked hard, like he sensed his dad.
Silas tensed up for a second.
"He's got some power," Silas rumbled, his voice vibrating through his chest into my ear. "He'll be a strong kid."
My heart melted. With his help, I turned to face him. Those deep gray eyes looked extra intense and soft in the dim wall light—a deadly sweet contrast.
"Anthea, I know what you're scared of," he said, back to his usual ice. "You're afraid once the baby's born, you'll never see him again."
My breath caught. He'd named my nightmare of the last few months.
"I promise you, no matter what anyone says, it doesn't count. You're his mother forever. You'll have visitation. You won't lose him." Each word hit like a vow.
Tears flooded out, blurring everything. I'd thought I knew despair, but this man handed me hope again.
"Really?" I choked, grabbing at it like a lifeline. "You won't snatch him and kick me out for good?"
