Page 72 of White Noise

I could.

Instead, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard.

For half a second, Silas doesn’t move, then a growl vibrates against my mouth.

His grip tightens around my jaw as the current beneath his skin surges, stronger than before, racing through every place we touch until my body jerks against his.

Whatever restraint he was holding onto disappears. His other hand closes around my waist and drags me against his bare chest while he kisses me back with enough force to make the threat from a few seconds ago feel very fucking real.

When he finally tears his mouth away, we’re both breathing harder.

“You sure about that choice, little echo?”

I glare up at him. “Did I fucking stutter?”

His smile is slow and vicious.

“No.”

Silas grabs the front of my oversized shirt and turns me around, pressing me against the wall before I can throw another smart-ass comment at him. His body crowds mine from behind while one hand slides beneath the shirt, dragging it higher as the static between us builds into a constant vibration.

He lowers his mouth beside my ear, his breath a cold, electric current that makes my skin crawl and ignite all at once.

“Then understand what you just fucking invited in, you pathetic little thing.”

My pulse jumps violently beneath his hand, a frantic, trapped bird hammering against his palm. Silas feels it, and he lets out a low, predatory hum of satisfaction.

“I’m not going to be gentle just because you finally stopped running,” he snarls, his voice dropping to a lethal, controlled register that vibrates through my skull. “You kissed the monster, Saga. You practically begged for the leash. You don’t get to act surprised when I fucking answer, and I answer with everything I have.”

The frequency surges again, a jagged spike of electricity that slams into my nervous system, forcing my back to arch and my breath to hitch in a broken sob.

“This isn’t about your comfort. Your comfort is irrelevant,” he sneers, his grip tightening until it bruises, pinning me with a crushing, absolute weight. “This is about branding you. I’m going to carve my signal into every fucking nerve ending you own. I want you ruined for anything else. I want static to make your pulse jump in terror and lust. I want every single cell in your body screaming for me before your brain even realizes I’ve entered the room.”

He pauses, his fingers digging into my flesh, giving me one final, mocking chance to plead for mercy, knowing full well I can't.

I don’t tell him to stop.

I can't. I'm already drowning in him.

Silas’s mouth brushes against the shell of my ear, his voice a dark, possessive caress.

“Good girl. Such a perfect, broken little echo. Now hold still while I take exactly what I want.”

He doesn't waste time.

He frees his cock—thick, hot, and humming with a literal electric current.

When he pushes into me from behind, it’s not just a physical intrusion; it’s a fucking surge.

I scream, my forehead hitting the wall, as he drives deep into my soaking wet heat.

He doesn't just fuck me; he shocks me.

Every thrust is accompanied by a pulse of static that arcs through my nerves, forcing my muscles to contract and clamp around him with agonizing intensity.

He’s vibrating—his entire being is a frequency of raw power, and as he hammers into me, the vibrations rattle my internal organs, turning my pleasure into something violent and overwhelming.

“Fuck, little echo. You take my frequency so beautifully,” he hisses, his teeth sinking into the nape of my neck, drawing blood. “Like your body was always meant to broadcast me. Every nerve, every cell... you're just a receiver for my will, aren't you?”