Page 139 of The Addict

“You could.” His offer was causing me to become seriously turned on.

“We can always finish this another time,” I offered, attempting to sit up.

“If you stay,” Silas countered with a cock of his eyebrow, pressing me back into the bed. “I can finish you right now.”

He dug his nails into my shoulders, keeping me pinned to the bed with such intensity it brought pain. Delicately, he traced his tongue up the tender part of my neckline. When he started biting the sensitive skin beneath my ear lobe, I melted. I was a floundering fish caught in Silas’s net.

“Ssssh,” Silas soothed with a smirk, before returning his lips to me.

“I–” My words were lost in my throat. From my jawbone to my ear, Silas led his immoral kisses back and forth. Every time his tongue brushed over that specific spot, my muscles jerked in return. Recognizing my reaction to that sensitive area, Silas increased his level of torture, his lips and tongue sucking so hard that I knew he’d mark me.

My chest heaved. “I should... go...” God, it felt so wonderful.

By this time, the hold on my shoulders had gone slack, but I wasn’t trying to go anywhere.

My breath was coming out in little rasps, and I yearned for Silas to move closer. He moved his lips to my mouth, sliding his tongue along my lips.

“I... should really…” I whimpered helplessly. I tried to escape the craving growing within me, but it wasn’t working.

I arched closer, my mouth hanging slightly ajar in an attempt to recapture the breath that was so rightfully my own. Silas went back to my neck, his hands creeping forward to my chest, fondling my taut nipples.

“I...”

Without thinking twice, my fingers wandered upwards, stroking through the long hair that hung over me like a veil. I inclined Silas’s face towards me now, only desiring to be as close as possible to that sinful tongue. I forgot why I complained moments before. I bit my lip, parting my mouth for him.

“Silas–”

A strangled gasp rose from deep within me when that smothering pleasure changed to pain in a split second. Silas bit down harshly on my neck, merging the sensations into blissful agony. I became hard almost instantly, moaning loudly into his mouth as it imprisoned mine.

This kiss was different, backwards even, but still filched my soul from my body.

We broke for a second before I gripped the back of his head, forcing him back down. Our tongues battled, hot and seeking. We split again, and I took the liberty to roll over, and rise to my knees so that he was no longer hovering over me.

“Why did I want to pass this up again?” I asked, hurriedly pushing him onto his back. I mounted him, ready to rip my shirt off and take what was mine.

“Hmm, I think it had something to do with helping Alex,” he replied with a smile.

I stopped in my tracks, the image of my friend suddenly overpowering all sexual thoughts. I sighed and gazed down at the smirking Silas.

“What a buzz kill.”

He looked content.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I questioned.

“Now, why would I do that?” he inquired innocently.

I glowered at him.

“Alex is your best friend. You should go,” he assured.

I scowled. “But–”

“Go,” Silas jerked his head towards the door. “Before I change my mind.”

The moment I arrived, Alex dragged me into the kitchen, and tried to stage what he thought a breakup would sound like. It was absurd, but I went along with it because I had too.

“How could you say that to me?” Alex shouted, looking at me and ushering with his hands as if I knew what to do next. I hadn’t, in fact, said anything yet.