Page 106 of Afflicted

CHAPTER28

JULIET

My eyes slipopen slowly as thunder growls overhead. A blast of wind peppers hail against the window pane, and rain continues to fall heavily, drumming on the roof. It’s dark, the storm swallowing up the dawn.

And Silas’s head is buried between my thighs. His hands hold me to him firmly, his tongue moving in lazily in long, soft strokes. I shift a little and moan, my whole body enveloped in a lovely sort of warmth, like I’m still half-dreaming.

My fingers rake through his hair, and he half-growls, half-purrs.

“Good morning,” I murmur.

“Morning.” The word is a hot breath against my skin, and then he goes back to licking my clit. Good fucking morning indeed.

My whole body aches, and there’s a dull throb inside me. But it’s so goddamn satisfying.

Silas took me back to bed after he cleaned me up, and I thought we’d stop and go to sleep.

I was wrong.

He praised me, telling me how well I did as I took him, as I came for him again and again. He told me how beautiful I was as he fucked me from behind. Then he called me a dirty whore while he fucked my mouth, hands in my hair and shoving me down onto him until I choked.

I loved every minute of it. I loved everything he did to me. I loved hearing the sounds he made because of what I was doing to him.

I love…

I shudder, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes as my orgasm rises.

It bursts through me in a rush of heat and a clenching of my weary stomach muscles. “Oh fuck,” I murmur, my whole body trembling. I groan as Silas keeps licking. “You’re going to kill me if you keep making me come.”

He sits up on his knees, grinning down on me, and I puff out a breath of relief.

“You looked so pretty sleeping, I couldn’t resist.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “You’re meant to wake me first, creep.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “What happened to,I’d let you do anything you wanted to me?” He crawls over me, etching a trail of kisses from my navel, up my sternum.

My cheeks flush, because I love him using me any way he wants. It was so indescribably hot and wrong to beg him to stop, and feel him get harder. Fighting him, knowing there was no point - I shouldn’t love that, should I? It’s wrong.

But his lips find mine, kissing me sweetly, tenderly, and I know he cares. If I’d used my safe word, he’d have stopped. He’s unlike anybody else I’ve ever been with. I trust him with my body and my pleasure in a way I never thought I would trust anyone, ever.

He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at me, stroking a strand of hair out of my face. I must look a mess, all tousled and probably covered in love bites and maybe still some blood? But he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I don’t know what to do with this feeling thumping in my chest. It’s wild and dangerous, comforting and secure, all at the same time. I’ve never felt it before. And the way Silas is looking at me now, it’s like he feels it too and I don’t know what that’s going to mean for either of us. I want to stay here with him, but every second that ticks past, I know the bubble of our stormbound night is closer to bursting.

We can’t be together. Not really.

“I need to get back to the dorm,” I murmur. “You’ll get in trouble.”

Silas’s face drops, and he sighs, brushing his fingers along my collarbone. “I know.”

He doesn’t move though. He just pulls me into his arms, holding me against his broad chest.

“Juliet.” He clears his throat. “I want to tell you someth-”

A sharp rap on the door has me slamming a hand over my mouth to suppress a shriek of terror. Silas curses under his breath, and pulls me hastily from the bed, pointing to the bathroom. I scurry in, terrified. Oh fuck. They know. Someone knows. They’ll smell me on him. They’re going to hurt him. God what are they going to do with him?

I don’t cower, I just stand frozen in the middle of the bathroom, listening, waiting for that handle to turn and a bunch of feeders to haul me out of here.

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