Page 115 of Silk and Sirens

“You don’t want to tell me no,” I said, curling them deep. Aeris moaned, loud and broken, her walls clenching hard around me. “You want me to take the choice away. You want me to quiet that clever, stubborn fucking mind until all you can do is feel.”

I added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with slow, deliberate thrusts while my thumb circled her swollen clit.

Aeris was panting now, hips rolling desperately to meet my hand even as she stared daggers. But she wasn’t fighting me. Like I’d said, she wanted this—wanted me—even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself.

“You hate how much you need this,” I rasped against her ear, her cunt fluttering and squeezing, dripping down my palm with every thrust. “You hate how wet you get when I take control. But your cunt doesn’t lie, Tempest.”

A wrecked sound tore from her lips, and her hands flew up to grip my wrist. Not pulling me away but holding on like she might fall apart if I stopped.

I fucked her with my fingers, relentless, curling them against that spot that made her legs shake. Stretching her so she’d easier take my cock. Last time she’d been too tight, and she’d struggled to take me. But this time I was going to take my time, turn this powerful woman into a crying, dripping mess.

Crushing my lips to hers, I swallowed every broken protest as my fingers thrust faster, harder. Forcing pleasure through her body like it was mine to command.

I devoured her as she came, savouring the scream as my hand stayed firm around her neck, not choking but anchoring her, keeping her from falling apart completely. I watched her closely. Every flutter of her lashes. Every hitch in her breathing. Every subtle twitch of her body. I was tuned to every tiny sign, making sure she stayed right there with me and wasn’t slipping away into her head, into those dark places where pleasure became survival and gentle touch felt like a trap.

I needed her to stay with me.

To be present.

Once she came down from her high, I removed her dress and underwear, leaving her in nothing but a pair of heels.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her pulse, wanting to mix gentle pressure with heavy and show her both could be pleasurable. “And you’re mine.”

Pressing her palm to my chest, Aeris shoved me back a single step. Her head cocked, those fucking lips pouting and swollen. Then she was on me, her kiss hungry, furious while her hands shoved my shirt up over my head. Her fingers made quick work of my belt and trousers, pushing them down with impatient tugs while stepping us both back until my legs hit the bed.

And I let her.

I let her push me back against the sheets. I let her drop to her knees between my spread thighs and take me into her mouth like she was starving for it. She took me deep, hollowing her cheeks, working me with slow, deliberate strokes of her hand and that sinful mouth.

I groaned, fisting one hand in her red hair, tightening just a little because she liked the pain. Aeris moaned around my length, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Every swirl of her tongue, every suck and bob of her head pushing me closer to the edge.

She took me deeper, throat relaxing beautifully as she tried to swallow every inch. The sight of her lips stretched wide around me, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, almost made me lose control.

Almost.

I fucking savoured the wet heat and the way she worshipped my cock like it was hers to ruin. But this need to be inside her, to feel her tight cunt squeezing around me, finally snapped my patience. With a low, feral growl, I tightened my grip in her hair and dragged her up my body. She gasped as I pulled her onto my lap to straddle me, her soaked pussy sliding along my aching cock.

“Enough,” I grunted, voice rough with barely leashed need.

“And here I was, thinking you were being a good boy,” she rasped, gripping my length to line me up and slowly sink down. “Fuck,” she groaned, her head falling back as she took the first few thick inches.

Her pussy clenched, still so tight even after her first orgasm.

I hissed through my teeth, fingers digging into her hips, but I held back. I let her set the pace, let her sink down another inch, then another, until she was fully seated on my cock, trembling.

“Why did it have to be you?” she breathed, voice wrecked as she started rolling her hips, riding me with slow, deep movements. “You’re ruining everything.”

I chuckled, watching the obscene stretch where her pussy swallowed every inch of me. She was fucking drenched, her arousal coating my cock and dripping down my balls.

For a few blissful moments, I gave her control. Let her use me. Let her chase what she needed as she braced her hands on my chest and fucked herself on my cock like she hated how much she wanted it. Because I knew that was what I could do to take care of her. To help her forget. To drown out Selene, the grief, the constant fear, and every dark shadow clawing at her mind until the only thing that existed was us. My hands on her body. My cock inside her. My voice in her ear telling her exactly who she belonged to.

The second her moans turned breathy and desperate, the moment I felt her start to lose herself, I flipped us, rolled her beneath me, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while slamming my hips forward. I buried myself to the hilt in a single brutal thrust, tearing a sharp cry from her.

“You got to play,” I growled against her mouth, fucking her hard and deep, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. “Now it’s my turn.”

Chapter 47

Aeris