Page 92 of Born for Silk

On a low growl, he moves up the mattress, aligning his cock between my thighs. And I am pressed to his heaving chest, moaning, as the brunt of his fist beats against my core. He wrings his cum up from the base, shooting warm, white fluid over my pelvis, shuddering and groaning as he works every spurt from inside him.

Grabbing my throat, he drags me up the mattress so he can take my lips in a kiss that matches the intensity of this moment. Of seeing him unravel.

Leaning on one arm, holding his weight, he scoops the warm, wet fluid from the inside of my trembling legs. My knees fall open, shameless, needy. After that and the vitamins this first-light, I am almost feverish.

He pulls from our kiss and gazes at me through hooded eyes like spears that hold an animal in place. “Such a good little Silk Girl. Do you want my cum inside you? Want your stomach swollen, like your pussy?”

I moan, pressing my head back into the pillow when he slides a finger carefully between my puffy pussy lips. “There you go. Hmm. Very tight.” He continues, sliding out again to scoop more from my thigh before pushing gently back in.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

The slow, thorough penetration brings me to the edge of something… something only he draws from me. That feeling—my own release. I didn’t know I could have one, until he showed me.

My eyes flutter shut against the intensity of his blue stare. Pushing his cum into me, he plants it deep. He collects more from my pelvis and repeats the action.

When I can no longer bear the slow thrusting, I clench for him to stay deep. To give me my sweet release.

A husky chuckle leaves him—deep and dangerous—and rumbles around the small space between us. “Okay, little creature.” He slides in until his knuckle touches my lips and stirs, spinning my nerves and wrapping them around his finger. Just one finger. One thick, rough, long Xin De finger coiled with the fibres of my pleasure.

My hips circle with his motion. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes,” I stammer again because I actually don’t know what I’m answering—he didn’t ask me a question. “Yes, to everything. Everything you do to my body.”

“I never gave you a choice, sweet creature.” He rotates his finger. “Can you feel my cum inside you? You’ll always be filled with me, your pussy, your womb, and your mind. You occupy so much of mine I demand the same from you.”

Do all males speak such heated words? How can words consume me so entirely? How can mere speech turn me around, flip my stomach, and force my core to pulse? I like it.

Moaning as he strokes inside me, I let the raw words seep in as he brings me over the edge, no, throws me over it. I shake and shudder around his unhurried penetration.

“You ripple so beautifully when you come for me. My cock is viciously jealous of my finger right now.”

And as the pleasure blooms, unfurling me, and my insides massage his fingers, wanting them to stay there forever, I realise I might love him. That it’s okay to admit it to myself. Nothing lasts forever, but right now, I love him.

Nothing lasts forever.

The lovely feeling mellows.

Rome’s finger is still deep inside me as I gasp for air and slump further into the mattress.

“I know what you say—” I pant, licking my dry mouth to get the words out. “All the ways you’ll take my body, force me, but I see what you do.” I open my eyes to his, stunning blue beacons. “And you could have done that tonight, forced me open, even as I am sore, but you didn’t. You don’t want to hurt me, my king.”

His eyes narrow on me, amusement and menace both dwelling within their azure depths. “True,” he purrs. “I do not desire to hurt you, sweet creature. The thought of your pain… angers me. I’m not sure what to make of it.”

A small smile hits my lips, and I store that sentence away for when… ‘nothing lasts forever.’ I ask, “But my body is just yours to use? Is that all it is? I feel so much… more.”

His hand moves to the side of my face, and his thumb meets my lower lip. “No,” he purrs, eyes roaming my face, surprising me with their softness. “Your body is not just for me to use. Inside you is when I feel most human.”

Nothing lasts forever.

I’m okay with that.

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