“I can't?—”
“You can.” His free hand grips my thigh, holding me steady. “I know you've got more in you.”
He's right. I can feel another orgasm building, bigger than the first. The chains dig into my skin as I strain against them, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything he's giving me.
When the second climax hits, it takes me apart completely. I'm overwhelmed by sensation, and underneath it, a feeling I don't want to examine—warm and dangerous and far too close to trust.
He gentles his touch as I come down, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs while I shake apart in his chains. When he finally rises, his face is slick with my release, and his eyes hold a satisfaction that's purely male.
“Now,” he says, reaching for his belt, “let's see how you handle the real thing.”
He strips quickly, revealing the lean muscle and intricate tattoos I've been dreaming about since our first encounter. His cock stands proud and hard, already slick with precum.
“I want to touch you,” I say, tugging at the chains.
“Next time.” He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. “Right now, you're exactly where I want you.”
“Silas—”
He silences me with a kiss as he pushes inside, filling me completely in one smooth thrust. The stretch is exquisite, made more intense by my inability to control the angle or pace.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips. “You feel even better than I remembered.”
He starts moving, setting a rhythm that's slow and deep and absolutely maddening. Each thrust drives me higher, but the chains prevent me from meeting his movements the way I want to.
“Please,” I gasp. “More.”
“More what?” His teeth find my neck, biting down just hard enough to sting. “Tell me what you need.”
“Harder. Faster. I need—” The words dissolve into a moan as he adjusts his angle, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
“You need to let go,” he says roughly. “Stop fighting me. Stop fighting this.”
“I'm not?—”
“You are.” He pulls back to look at me, his movements never faltering. “You're holding back, trying to stay in control. But that's not how this works.”
His hand slides between us, toying with my clit. The added stimulation makes me cry out, my body arching as much as the chains allow.
“That's better.” His thumb circles the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. “Stop thinking, Nova. Just feel.”
The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, threatening to consume me completely. I'm balanced on the edge of an abyss, terrified of falling but unable to step back.
“I've got you,” he murmurs, sensing my hesitation. “I promise, beautiful.”
The certainty in his voice finally breaks through my defenses. I let myself fall, surrendering completely to the sensation and to him.
The orgasm that follows is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It starts deep in my core and radiates outward, consuming every nerve ending until I'm nothing but pure sensation. I'm dimly aware of screaming, of my body convulsing around his cock, of him following me over the edge with a roar.
We stay frozen like that for long moments, both breathing hard. He's still buried inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, and I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my chest.
“Christ,” Silas pants.
He pulls out carefully, then immediately begins working at the chains. His fingers are gentle as he unlocks each restraint, massaging feeling back into my skin where the metal pressed deep.
When I'm finally free, my legs give out. He catches me before I can fall, gathering me against his chest and holding me close.
“I've got you,” he says again, and this time I believe him.
