Noctis confirmed they’d found the Devil’s Lair while we were on the bikes earlier, but the place was empty. Silas hasn’t let a moment of worry show as the others monitor the space, putting my needs first as he anxiously awaits news. But that calm demeanor of his is cracking now.
He stares down, shifting as steam rises around us, and the uncertainty in his eyes breaks me all over again.
“I don’t want you to go,” I say. I don’t like the way Silas’s shoulders tense, as if he doesn’t believe me. I close the distance between us, burying myself in his chest, inhaling the spice-and-leather scent of him. “I need you, Silas. Need you to help me forget what I did. Or maybe remember who I am. I’m not sure. But I know I need you here. With me.”
“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.” His arms come around me, thewarmth of his palms thawing every inch of flesh they touch. “You did well, Evie.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head, holding me close. “He got what he deserved.”
“I don’t regret it,” I say, drawing back until I’m holding his gaze. Pieces of his dark hair have fallen forward, his large, tattooed body beaded with water, but he meets the challenge in my eyes unflinchingly.
“Killing Jonathan—I would do it again. I know I would, but everything just feels… off. Like I’m here but not really. This is my body, and I can feel you, but I’m also sort of floating and disconnected.”
Silas tilts my chin up, his thumb brushing away the tears across my cheeks like the evidence washed away by the shower. His lips meet mine, gentle and soothing. Sweet in a way I didn’t think he was capable of.
Silas kisses me like I’m his first breath of life, like he’s experiencing a miracle by sweeping his tongue across mine. Much too soon, he pulls back, fingers tangling in my hair.
“Let me bring you back.”
51
EVIE
“You’re mine, little fox.” He presses teasing kisses along the curve of my neck, hands roaming my body. One cups my breast, teasing my nipple, while the other dips between my thighs. “This body belongs to me.”
I whimper as his fingers slide along my core, stroking my entrance. His cock presses against the small of my back, and I arch into him, needing the spark of electricity his touch brings.
A low growl rumbles from him as he spins me, pinning me against the cool tile. Hot water cascades over him, trailing down his sculpted form. Silas holds himself just out of reach, gripping his length and stroking from root to tip.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, swallowing. The sight alone has my thighs trembling, promising pleasure, but more importantly—connection.
“Remember how much I love you.” Another stroke, the veins along his forearm flexing. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
My core tightens, nipples growing hard as I watch a bead of cum form at his tip. I lick my lips, craving the salty taste of him. Needing to get lost in this.In us.
“I’m going to fill your needy little cunt up until you’re sore and swollen,” he murmurs with all the tenderness of a lover. “Until you don’t know where pain ends and pleasure begins. And when your pussy is overflowing with my cum, I’ll fuck your face.”
He gathers the bead of cum from his tip, bringing it to my lips. I open my mouth, closing my lips around the pad of his thumb, savoring this small glimpse of what’s to come.
“And then your ass.”
“Please,” I whisper, my breasts heaving and aching for his touch. This is what I need, to be reminded I’m alive. I’m wanted and cherished and… safe.
Silas stares down at me, gentleness warring with his intrinsic need for dominance. His knuckles drag down my chest, grazing over the space between my breasts before continuing lower. He kicks my legs apart, thrusting three fingers into my core before I’m ready.
I gasp at the stretch, but his other hand is there, pinning my throat to the wall, holding me up as he fucks me with his fingers. The water from the shower mixes with the slickness between my thighs, and in a matter of moments I’m grinding against him, bucking as I seek more friction, craving the pain I know his cock can give me.
“Silas,” I pant, but he’s already flipping me around, pulling my hips up as he positions himself at my pussy. I expect him to pause, to give me time to prepare, but he slams into me, pelvis smacking against me as I moan.
His fingers dig into the meat of my ass, the scalding water pinging off our writhing bodies as my face presses into the cold tile.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk without pain. Can’t breathe without knowing who this body belongs to.”
Silas is harsh and punishing, but his filthy words only spur me on, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. And then one of hishands finds my clit, stroking and flicking in time with his thrusts.
“Silas.” I moan his name as I fall, crashing over the edge. Pricks of electricity dance across my skin as pleasure quiets the racing of my mind.Yes.This is what I want. What I need.
“That’s right, baby,” Silas murmurs, picking up his pace as my body loosens, molding to his will. I’m so caught up in the post-orgasm haze that I don’t tense when his hands part my cheeks.
I glance over my shoulder, finding his pupils blown wide as he stares at the place our bodies are joined, watching his cock pump in and out of my pussy. My core clenches at the raw hunger in his eyes, at the unbridled desire surging with each thrust of his hips.
