“Neither can I.” Torrin rubbed his neck where my blade was pressed. “I’ve known Ryia since I was seventeen. She has given me eight years of her kindness.” He shook his head. “Kayin clearly knew this would occur. It was fated. Horrible, devastating…and fated.”
I frowned at him, and then my expression softened when I noticed the glimmer of unreleased tears in his eyes.
He really was affected by her loss. Or a fantastic actor. I didn’t wish to believe the latter.
I felt an urge to hug him. But I desired to embrace Silas more.
“Be careful. I will keep watch until you are finished.”
I gave him a grateful nod and made my way up the balcony.
I cautiously peered into Silas's room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands. He was still wearing formal clothes, not bothering to change into something comfortable.
I inhaled sharply, then lightly knocked on his window. He startled, understandably so, and met my gaze. His eyes were glazed over, a light shade of pink, and I could see the tears spilling down his cheeks. He clenched his jaw and looked enraged as he stormed to his balcony door.
I heard the intricate locks clicking before he flung it open, pulling me inside.
“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly as he turned to face me, his gaze intense.
“I-I came to make sure you were okay, I—”
“My mother was just assassinated—we know who did it but have no idea if they’re working with anyone. Or their motive.” He ran his hand through his raven locks. “It is incredibly dangerous for you to be here. If something happened to you, Lena, I—” his voice cracked.
I placed my hands on his face, turned his head down to me, and quickly pressed my lips against his. We shared a few slow, passionate kisses before I gently pulled away.
“I had to come here and try to comfort you.” I caressed his cheek while my other hand rested on his chest. “I am so, so sorry, Silas.”
His lip trembled, tears forming in his eyes, but he was trying hard to keep them from coming out, from being vulnerable. I knew that feeling better than anyone, though I spectacularly failed at it many times.
I continued to caress his face. “You can break down in front of me. Let everything out, whatever you need,” I whispered.
A muscle feathered in his jaw, and then he pushed himself into me, our lips clashing once again, only this time it was hungrier—more forceful. I gasped as he lifted me from under my thighs and carried me over to his bed, laying me down gently.
His expression was heartbreaking and lustful at the same time. He looked at me with intense desire, but the tears in his eyes were begging to spill over. Still, he sauntered over to the oil lamps lighting his room and began turning them off as I respired laboriously, desperate for his touch.
Once they were all off, only moonlight lit the room. Silas slowly undid his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his perfectly toned body.
I swallowed. He had only gotten stronger and leaner in the last year and a half. Though I supposed I had as well. I had filled out nicely, as Silas always ensured Mother and I were well fed, despite my protests against him spending money on me.
He crawled onto the bed, between my legs, and grasped my chin in his hand, tilting it to the side so he could nip at the space between my neck and shoulder.
He bit down lightly, and I hissed at the small hurt. He then began slowly devouring my neck. My eyes rolled back, and I let out a soft moan. I could feel his lips smile against my skin before he continued. His fingers drifted to the button on my pants, and I quickly helped, biting his bottom lip as I bared my body for him. He shucked my pants off while I flung off my shirt and bra, and then I was completely uncovered.
“You next,” I whispered seductively, gaining a wicked smile from him.
He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down just enough for his massive length to reveal itself, where it relaxed just at his belly button.
I let out a hum. “All of it.”
He laughed softly and hopped off the bed to completely remove his pants.
He crawled back overtop me and met my gaze, but I craved seeing his face in detail. The moonlight was directly behind him, giving him a splendid view of me. I, unfortunately, didn’t get the same.
I inched forward and pushed him onto the bed so I was straddling him. His eyes were now full of mischievous excitement. That look further inspired me to shimmy my way down and slide his length into my mouth. I dragged my tongue all around him, focusing on the tip just how he liked.
“Fuck…” he whispered, and I let out a soft chuckle. “What?” he asked with a smirk.
“Such indecent language, Your Highness,” I purred against his cock.
