Slowly, he stood and walked over to where she was, stopping a mere breath away before he softly asked,
“How can I repay you?”
She shook her head, flustered.
“That is not necessary, Your Grace –”
“I insist,” Simon pressed gently. “Tell me what you want.”
Her blush seemed to darken even more, and her lips parted as she attempted and failed to get a request across, a sight thatmade her seem ridiculously pretty at that moment. Eventually, she huffed in frustration and started,
“M-My sisters. I want –”
But the itch had returned, stronger than ever, and this time, he was willing to give into it. He closed the distance between them, brushing his lips over hers gently at first to test the waters, and when her hands immediately curled into his shirt, he deepened the kiss. She trembled in his arms, kissing him back with a fervor that spurred him on, urging him to relinquish every doubt he might have had in his mind.
Agnes smelled divine, somehow embodying the scent of his favorite things – hay and berries – and he wanted to bury himself in it, nibbling her lower lip hungrily and sliding his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into his as he devoured her will to resist, knees buckling as warmth pooled between her legs.
This was much different from last time. Now, they were both ready to toss themselves into the fire, uncaring of the damage it could incur, chasing the desire that had already been burning them long before this moment. Silas held onto her as his mouth moved down her slender throat, lapping at the soft skin as he kissed and marked it, unable to part himself from the salty-sweet taste she embodied.
“Si – Your G-Grace…” she mumbled, gasping when he lifted her off her feet, carrying her to sit atop his desk.
He kissed her again, setting off a wild, sharp need in her, swallowing every sound she made, gradually reducing her to ruins and consuming her. His hands roamed over her body, keeping her pressed close to him before kneading her supple flesh beneath her garments, aching to be rid of the fabric that kept his touch from burning her skin.
He reached behind her habit and undid a few buttons, just enough to allow him to slip the top of the dress down her shoulders and reveal the alluring swell of her breasts. Silas trailed kisses down to the delicious-looking mounds, one hand cupping at one of the round and full mounds, and the other moved to grip her bottom, groaning at the feel of her perfect, soft curves.
Agnes felt breathless, still desperately desiring more, needing him to mark and taint her – wanting all that he could give her. She clutched at his shoulders, falling apart as his lips left a searing kiss on her skin while his hands squeezed and caressed her. She could not think, knew nothing outside of this moment, and she did not mind, prepared to give all of her if he wished it.
Silas gripped at the skirts of her habit and pulled them up to her waist, exposing her legs, momentarily taking the time to marvel at the smooth expanse of skin. She shivered as he ran his hands over them, and he smirked, wondering if a time would come when he would be able to claim as much of her as he desired. He kissed her again, slow and coaxing, drawing a whine out of her as his hand moved between her legs, beneath the folds of fabric, and into her wet heat.
She gasped, shaking as her hand came up to grab at his wrist, eyes wide. Silas leaned in to claim her lips, softly and slowly nudging her to trust him.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered to her lips between kisses, humming in approval when she let go of his hand, returning the grip to his shoulder.
Silas dipped a finger in casually, smirking when she instantly began to shake, overcome with the sudden urge to destroy her completely but forcing himself to remain true to his goal.
This was mostly for her benefit than his, after all.
He reached further, fingers stroking and petting her, sending Agnes into shivers of ecstasy beneath him. His touch explored as much as he pleased, working into her in a slippery, aching manner that ignited something in the depths of her stomach. She pressed a hand to her mouth to keep her moans at bay, shivering as he nibbled at the underside of her jaw.
Agnes nearly screamed when he found her nub and began to work it, the perfect pressure unraveling her senses and urging her toward the darkness.
“Y-Your Grace –”
“My name,” he said softly, too soft compared to how insistently his fingers worked and teased her folds. “Call me by my name.”
“Silas,” she gasped, arching into him as she got closer and closer to the point of no return, desperate for the release it promised to provide.
Silas guided her there, curving his fingers to stroke her deep and slow, applying pressure that overwhelmed her senses and set her body ablaze with pleasure. Agnes stiffened when it hit, holding onto him as the tremors set it, gasping as her body caved to the sensation that washed over her repeatedly. He held her through it, stroking her hair and whispering that she had done well until she melted against him, sated and satisfied.
When she calmed down, he fixed her clothes and pressed a small kiss to her lips, chuckling at the dazed expression on her face.
“There. This will be your reward – payment, if you will – for all that you are doing.”
Agnes frowned in worry, reaching out to grab his hand and keep him from walking away.
“But – my sisters. You promised –”
“That was an initial clause in our deal. I am adding another; every time Scar finishes a training session excellently, I will reward you afterward,” he reached out to caress her cheek, his heart-tugging as she leaned into his touch while he murmured. “Like this.”