Just as Silas had discovered what he liked, I had as well, when I’d been convinced I already knew.I’d been submitting more often, giving in to his demands and growing more addicted to it.
Could I do that now?After everything we’d been through, could I give him that?
Do I feel safe enough to do that?
I didn’t know what I felt.Reality and the residual emotions from that horrific trial were all twisted inside me.So I ignored all of it and decided to go with what felt right.
I stared into his eyes—and waited.
Still, he didn’t kiss me, like I desperately wanted, no, he walked me toward my bed.When the backs of my legs hit the mattress, he hooked me around the waist and hauled me off my feet, so my face was level with his.His fingers slid through my hair, holding me in place.
“Are you going to run away from me again?”he said.
“No.”I should, but I wouldn’t.
Finally,his mouth came down on mine, in a fierce kiss that ignited my entire body.Oh gods, nothing and no one kissed like Silas, like he put a thousand years of longing, of chastity, and loneliness into each one.His scent, his taste, it was like soaring through the clouds, through clear, crisp skies, while the sun’s rays warmed me from the inside out.All of that, fucking all of it, made Silas impossible to forget.
A male impossible to replace.
“I’ve missed you, hellcat,” he groaned against my lips.“I’ve missed the taste of you.”
My pulse spiked when he called me that.The last time he had, we’d been spent and sweaty and naked.“How do I taste?”I said against his lips.It was as if he were in my head, right there with me, reeling like I was at finally being together like this again, and I let myself believe it.I didn’t reach out with my senses to check, because I didn’t want to know the truth, I wanted to live in this bubble, at least until morning.
“You taste like dark spices and honey, like every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.”
How could someone cold and emotionless say things like that?It was hard to believe he felt nothing, yet every time I sought out what he was feeling, that’s what I found.I quickly shoved that thought from my mind.
When he finally lifted his head, I yanked off my shirt, stripping out of my clothes as he reached back, grabbed his shirt and tugged it off.He tossed it aside, his silver gaze sliding down my naked body.He reached for me, and I darted to the side and shoved him to the mattress.If he wanted to dominate me, he had to earn it.He had to work for it.Giving in wasn’t in my nature, appearing weak wasn’t something I would do willingly, no matter how much I wanted to hand over control, and Silas knew that as well.
He hit the mattress, and I climbed on top of him.
“Ursula,” he growled.
I ignored him and quickly undid his jeans, shoving them down his hips.His cock sprang free, pierced and hard as fuck.Wrapping my fingers around it, I positioned him.
“Ursula,” he barked.
I sank down with a groan, taking him all the way to the hilt.My head fell back.“Oh fuck.”It had been so long, so fucking long.I started riding him, hard, fast.
His large hands flew up to my hips, his long, rough-skinned fingers gripping me tight.“Slow down,” he growled.
I ignored him.I was a female on a mission.Real intimacy wasn’t something I could take.Not after this afternoon.The physical was all I could handle.His hot skin against mine, his voice, his scent, the feel of him inside me, filling me to my limit.Planting my hands on his ribs, I swung my hips, riding him harder.The thrust of his long, thick, perfect cock would be enough to get me off fast, but the piercings, gods, they were doing things to me, massaging the walls of my pussy like nothing else ever had.
A tremor moved through me, and soon I was flat-out shaking.
“Female, slow the fuck down,” he said again, deep and gravelly.
“Make me.”I panted breathlessly.
Silas did an ab curl and hauled me off his cock.I cursed, fighting his hold on me as he planted me on the bed and came down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.“You want me to make you, hellcat, you got it.”
I gritted my teeth and lifted my hips.“Fuck me, you godsdamn arrogant asshole.”
“Where I was raised, we use manners.”
“Where I was raised, we stab someone for looking at us the wrong way.”
He grinned.“Still, I’ll need the magic words if we’re going to continue.”