Three fingers push into me, pumping as he presses a soft kiss to my throbbing clit. I buck beneath the stretch, moaning—begging for things I don’t yet understand, for experiences I haven’t had but ache for. Need.
“I’m going to fuck this virgin pussy, Evie.” Silas spreads his fingers as they work, making me grip the sheets as he toys with my body. “It’s going to be rough and painful, but you’re going to love every minute of it, aren’t you?”
My knees fall open, desperate for more. So close—so fucking close—but Silas keeps me on the edge, his other hand pressing down on my lower belly, stopping me from getting that last bit of friction I need.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Yes,” I growl. “I want you to fuck me, Silas. Hard. I want tobleed and hurt. I want every piece of my soul to shatter and be reborn in your image.”
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he rumbles, holding my gaze as he lowers his head. “And good girls get to come.”
His mouth closes over my clit, sucking hard as the fingers inside me curl, stroking that sensitive spot. The orgasm hits, brutal in its intensity. It feels like I’m floating, soaring above this reality and into the next, but his fingers slip free too soon, the last waves of pleasure still pulsing through me as my body is shifted. I feel the softness of a pillow beneath my head, the dip of the bed as Silas climbs between my legs.
“Eyes open, little fox.”
I blink through the haze of satiated desire, eyes widening as a new pressure builds between my thighs. Silas waits for me to come back down, to realize that the velvet thickness sliding along the evidence of my arousal is his cock.
He grins wickedly before gripping my hips and thrusting forward, sheathing himself in one punishing motion. I cry out at the invasion, tears pricking my eyes, nails raking across his chest. Still, he moves, pulling out just enough to grant a moment of relief before splitting me open all over again.
“Fuck, Evie,” Silas growls, leaning over me as I whimper, adjusting to his thickness.
I look through the tears, staring into his blazing green eyes as he continues his slow, torturous rhythm. His gaze softens as he takes me in, his hips moving steadily, easing the pain as pleasure begins to take root. His tongue licks the tears from my cheek as he cups my face, cradling me. Holding me through it.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Bleeding all over my cock like a good little whore.” Silas hovers over me, staring down, silently asking if I’m okay. And that, more than anything, has me leaning into him.
I capture his lips with mine, my hands threading into hishair. He tastes like leather and spice. Like dreams I’d long forgotten.
Silas paints me like I’m the light between us, but it’s been him all along. He found me when I’d already given up, brought me back to life in a way I never thought possible. Loving him has never been a choice. I’ve been his since the moment he cornered me on that stairwell.
I push back against him, deepening the connection of our bodies—the joining of our souls.
“I’m yours,” I breathe. The look in his eyes when I whisper those words—desire, longing, disbelief—it’s enough to make me believe in something greater than this world. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes,” he growls, sucking my nipple into his mouth, nipping at the sensitive peak before abusing the other. Heat gathers low, pleasure coiling and twisting as his hips buck. All softness I’d forgotten as Silas’s pace quickens, his hips slamming into me.
He shifts back, his hand pressing my legs apart to watch where he splits me. I stare down at the blood coating my thighs, glistening on his lower stomach, the ruby stains marring the white silk sheets beneath us. I’m a fucking mess—destroyed—just like I begged him to do.
“Fucking yes,” Silas snarls, pulling out just long enough to flip me onto my stomach. He hooks an arm around my hips, dragging me back onto his bloody cock. I cry out as he takes me roughly, this angle leaving me at his mercy.
“You bleed so fucking beautifully, Evie. Does it hurt, baby?”
I whimper as his fingers dig into the meat of my ass, unable to separate the pain from the mounting pleasure. Silas must sense it, because his thrusts grow harsher, the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing clashing with my moans and cries.
“Oh god,” I groan as Silas finds a spot deep within, fucking me with ruthless abandon. The scent of sex, blood, and lingering traces of paint invade my senses as I catch glimpses ofthe paintings—an entire fucking gallery dedicated to me. “Oh my fucking god.”
“That’s it, baby.” Silas’s hand dips between my legs, stroking my clit as he drives hard. “Come for me.”
But I’m already there, diving off the edge. The stretch of his cock inside me, the slick mix of blood and arousal between my thighs, the pinch of his fingers on my clit—I cry out as Silas tenses behind me. He thrusts deep into my clenching pussy, pumping his orgasm into mine. I let him, each drag of his length leaving more of him inside me, marking me as his.
When he pulls out, he keeps me there, bent over and ruined, my ass and pussy on display as his cum leaks from my bruised center. Two fingers trail up my thigh, gathering his seed before shoving it back inside.
I whimper at the invasion, but Silas already has me flipped over, his lips capturing the sound as his hand rubs soothing circles over my clit.
“Shh, brave girl. Don’t cry. We’re just getting started.”
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