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There’s no going back, not after this. Not when his hands are already sliding down to my hips, hauling me flush against him, making everything else in the world irrelevant.

Every breath, every heartbeat, every thought is Silas Carrington. And I want more.

He picks me up like I weigh nothing and kisses me like he’s starving, hands braced under my thighs, hauling me close until there’s not a breath left between us. I’m clumsy, arms gripping his neck, fingers sliding into his wild, rain-soaked hair. We crash backward into the hallway, knees bumping drywall, laughter breaking through in choked, desperate bursts.

I want him. All of him.

He nudges the bedroom door with his boot, hard enough to send it flying open. The room is dark and amber and warm, the slick patina of lamp light cutting shadows across the navy comforter.

He sets me on my feet and stares down at me. His eyes go black. He steps in, crowding me up against the wall. My heart flatlines. Every inch of my wet, dripping skin is on fire beneath that stare.

I shudder as his rough fingertips skate down my shoulders, tracing the sagging, rain-soaked blouse as he peels it off of me. He tosses it with a flick of his wrist. Instantly, his hands are on me, urgent and hungry, cupping my breasts through the thin, transparent lace of my bra. My nipples are hard as glass, embarrassingly obvious, and he groans, the sound low and feral in his chest.

“Fucking perfect,” Silas says, voice a raw scrape that curls straight into my belly. “All mine.”

He bends and licks a trail up the swell of my left breast, teeth grazing the peak through wet lace. Hot breath on cold skin. I nearly jump out of my own body. His tongue is insistent, greedy, circling my nipple until I whimper. Then he bites, sharp enough to sting, and I jerk.

He lifts his head just enough to smirk. “You with me, sweet girl?” His words rumble through me.

“Please,” I whisper, the word catching in my throat. “Don’t freaking stop.”

He strips the bra off me with zero finesse, just tears it off and discards it. My whole chest is exposed, nipples dark and puckered from cold and arousal. I should cover up, but I want him to see. I want him to stare.

His eyes darken. Nothing shy about it. He looks at me like he intends to memorize every inch, and the hunger in his face makes me shiver harder than the cold ever could. He palms my breasts, rough hands gentling to trace circles over my nipples before rolling them between his fingers, sending sparks straight to my clit. I arch against his palms, desperate for more, and he laughs a rough, filthy sound that says he likes seeing me helpless.

He drags his touch lower, yanking my jeans open and stripping them down over my hips, slow at first, then losing patience and tearing them off, panties and all, until I’m bare and shivering against the wall with nothing between me and his starved attention. My heart hammers as I kick the jeans from my ankles. He stands back to stare, and holy hell, the way he drinks me in makes my knees want to give.

“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, voice rough. “Spread them for me.” I do, dizzy with want.

He scoops me into his arms, carries me like I weigh nothing, and lays me flat on his bed. The cool sheets fire every nerve ending. I watch as he strips. Shirt first, then his jeans. Every muscle flexes, skin gleaming, cock already so hard it punches the air as he kicks his pants away. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I want is him inside me already.

His eyes lock on mine, and I realize I’ve never felt more alive. Silas drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, raw hunger etched across his face. He grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge, so my hips ride right up on the mattress, everything open and exposed to him. My whole body jolts, nerves sparking in every limb. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking think.

He stares up at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. Then he kisses the inside of my thigh, slow, open-mouthed, sucking at the skin until it burns. My legs shake. I hear myself whimper, embarrassingly needy, but he just laughs low and dirty and plants a line of hot, rough kisses higher and higher, teasing toward the heat of my core.

“Spread ’em for me, baby,” he growls, voice pure sex and command.

I do it, no hesitation. My knees fall wide, shameless and desperate. He curls his hands under my thighs and pries me even further apart, then leans in and parts my pussy with his thumbs. The air is cold where I’m wet and aching for him, but then his mouth lands on me, and I almost come off the freaking bed.

He licks straight up the center, flat and rough, then does it again, slower, like he wants to memorize my taste. My head snaps back, eyes rolling up, a spiraling overload of pleasure.

“Oh my God, Silas,” I gasp.

He eats me until I nearly lose my mind. Then he slides two fingers into me, not gentle, curling up until I gasp his name. He glances up into my eyes and presses his thumb against my clit, finding a rhythm so good my vision goes white at the edges.

He watches every reaction, every breathless sound, like he’s drinking it in.

Before I realize what’s happening, a wild surge of pleasure blows every circuit in my brain. My whole body bows off the bed, thighs shaking, vision completely blurred. I scream through it, Silas’s name tearing out of my throat, because there’s nothing left to hold back. He doubles down, fucking me with his fingers and pressing on my clit until I go over the edge again, raw and helpless.

Only then does he ease up, hot mouth dragging lazy, open kisses up the inside of my thigh, biting at the sensitive flesh just hard enough to make me twitch. He trails his lips higher, over the slick, trembling plane of my stomach, and I shake all over again. I’m still reeling when he pauses at my breasts, dark eyes locked on mine.

He cups one breast, squeezes, then sucks the nipple deep and bites hard enough to make me gasp. He soothes with his tongue, circles, then moves to the other. I arch for him, greedy, lost, loving every second of his attention. His breath is a furnace. My skin prickles, need building again, wild and out of control.

“I want you,” I say, no shyness left anywhere in me. “Now. Please.” There’s nothing more important than feeling him inside me.

My body is shaking with need. I can’t wait another second. My hand drops between us and wraps around his cock.

Holy hell. He’s so hot and hard. My fingers curl tight, feeling the velvety skin stretch over the steel of him. He throws his head back, jaw flexing, throat working on a raw groan that vibrates straight down to my clit.