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So much so that I didn’t react when he unclasped my hand from where it clung to his shoulder and freed my arm from the dress. Then he brought it to the back of his head, where I tangled my fingers in his hair, loosening his bun.

He drove his hard length against me as he moved to my other breast, using my distraction to remove my dress completely, leaving me completely exposed.

His dark gaze devoured me as he hummed his approval. “Fucking delicious.”

The insecurity I’d felt about my body before had been washed away by Thorne, so I didn’t try to cover myself when Silas traced every inch of me with his burning gaze.

When he met mine again, his green eyes were endless pools that could swallow me whole, like whirlpools ready to take me under.

His right hand left my ass and made its way to the front. My clit pulsed with the need to be touched. He didn’t keep me waiting. Instead, he rubbed firm circles over it until sparks flashed behind my eyelids.

He bit my bottom lip before running his tongue over the sore mark. “I said, ‘Eyes on me.’”

I opened my eyes. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, too lost in the sensation to care. The green turned black as his pupils eclipsed his irises.

His thumb dipped lower, the tip wet when he raised it to my clit again. My hips rocked as he repeated the motion. My core clenched, leaving me feeling hollow, and I shifted back, trying to provide further access.

I whimpered when his touch still didn’t reach where I needed him. Silas pulled his shirt off with one hand, revealing deeply carved muscles and tanned skin.

He flexed beneath my hand as it slipped down his chest. Then, with one hand behind my shoulder blades, he shifted us so that my back sank into the bench, and he hovered above me.

Pinpricks erupted as we swayed, the position breaking my hold on him.

He caught my protest with his lips, sinking his tongue into my mouth when it parted to speak.

His weight pinned me as he consumed my mouth with his own. His heat seeped into my bones, warming me from the inside out. I whimpered when he lifted his hips, removing the contact. He chuckled against my lips, his forehead resting on mine.

“Needy girl,” he hummed. Then his rough fingers trailed down my waist.

I inhaled sharply when he grazed my navel and held my breath as he traveled lower. My exhale broke free when he slipped his fingers through my core. He captured my breath with an unrelenting kiss, his tongue stroking against mine as his fingers found my entrance and slowly sank into it.

We groaned simultaneously as my heat wrapped around him, clenching hard. He positioned his hand so that he could rub his thumb against my clit while plunging his fingers into my core. His tongue filled my mouth, matching the rhythm that he’d set. It felt like he was fucking me from all sides, his touch demanding every ounce of my reaction.

My hips shifted on their own, chasing after him, needing him even deeper. His fingers weren’t enough to satisfy the growing need inside of me. I reached between us and popped the button on his pants, slid my hand inside his boxers, and wrapped my fingers around his length.

He sucked in a breath at my touch, letting out a long groan when I stroked him. The heady feeling that I was the one who did this to him sent power licking up my spine.

His hips bucked into my grasp, and a slight tremor rolled through him as he used me for his own pleasure. Quick, panting breaths escaped him as I worked him harder, loving how he chased after my touch.

Groaning out a cuss word, he moved back, forcing me to release him. In a rushed movement, he shoved his pants down, careful not to rock the swing too much. Not that I could pay attention to anything other than his cock, precum leaving a glistening trail where it bobbed against his bare stomach.

My mouth watered with the need to taste him.

I watched as he pumped his fist over his length, his eyes locked between my legs, which were splayed on either side of his thighs.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty little pussy,” he said, almost as a promise to himself, before saying, “You want that, don’t you, Gwen? You want my cock to fill you up.”

I nodded, eyes wide as my core clenched with his words. It felt like if I didn’t have him inside me, I would explode. “Yes, God, yes.”

He pulled a square-shaped silver wrapper from his back pocket and made quick work of tearing it between his teeth, rolling the condom from his tip to his base. I appreciated the thought, but a part of me mourned the loss of the feel of him coming inside of me. This was definitely safer, but there was still a faint voice whispering to me to tell him I was on birth control.

The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and all thoughts vanished. Every ounce of my focus was on where his tip entered me slowly.

My mouth fell open on a silent gasp as I stretched around his thick cock. The sensation of being filled completely sent pleasure rippling up my spine. He was moving painfully carefully, each of his movements restrained. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to break him apart and lose all control.

Hooking my ankle around his back, I wrenched him closer.

We groaned together as his cock was fully seated in my core. Flashes of pleasure flared across my skin as I finally took all of him.