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Then he kissed me again a little higher.

He took his time, moving slowly up the inside of my thigh while his hands eased my knees farther apart. His mouth was warm from the water, and each kiss landed deliberately, with enough space between them that I felt every one.

I leaned back on my forearms, careful to keep my wrapped palms away from the wet stone, and watched him.

I wanted to watch.

He stopped just short of my pussy, close enough that I could feel his breath against me, and lifted his eyes to mine.

"Tell me what you want."

For a second, I couldn't answer.

No one had ever asked me that so plainly and then waited for the answer. Daniel had asked whether I was all right, usually in a way that made the expected response obvious. Silas had asked if he could touch me, kiss me, keep going, and I had answered him every time.

This was different.

He wanted me to tell him exactly what I wanted.

Heat climbed into my face, but I refused to look away.

"Your mouth," I said.

His hands tightened slightly on my thighs.

“On my pussy. Slowly.” My voice shook on the first words, but by the time I finished, it was steady. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

I watched his expression change, then added, “And when I tell you to stop, ignore me for a little while.”

A grin spread across his face so quickly that I almost laughed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Silas said.

Then he lowered his mouth to me.

He followed my instructions exactly. He held my thighs apart against the warm stone and drew his tongue slowly through me, taking his time with each pass until my breathing turned ragged and my hands began slipping against the damp rock. When he found my clit, he stayed there, working it with the same patient rhythm, never rushing even when my hips started moving against his mouth.

He simply tightened his grip and kept me where he wanted me.

“Silas,” I gasped. “Silas, please.”

He still didn’t speed up. Instead, he hummed against me.

It was that same low, tuneless sound he had eventually learned well enough to give back to me in the dark. Feeling it against me now sent a hard tremor through my body, and the noise that came out of my mouth was so sharp and helpless that I barely recognized it.

I caught both hands in his cropped hair and held him there as I came.

The orgasm hit hard enough to pull my back off the stone. My thighs closed around his head, my whole body shaking while he kept his mouth on me and worked me through every last pulse. My voice carried through the cavern, but for once I didn’t care how loud I was.

He didn’t stop.

I had told him not to.

He eased up just enough to keep me on the edge of too much, then slowly built the pressure again before I had even recovered from the first orgasm. The second one caught me completely off guard. I cried his name and nearly slid from the ledge into the pool, but his hands were already on me before I could fall.

When I finally opened my eyes, he was standing between my knees in the water with his arms around my waist. His face was pressed to my stomach, his breath warm and uneven against my skin, and I could feel the strain running through him.

“You said not to stop until you told me,” he murmured.