Page 42 of Silent Stalker

The sensations intensify, my body convulsing uncontrollably as the pleasure washes over me. I feel exposed, helpless, yet undeniably aroused as he continues to pleasure me through my orgasm.

Silas’s thrusts become more urgent, his breath coming in sharp pants. He knows I can’t take much more, but he’s not done with me yet.

“Not so tough now, are you?” he teases, his eyes glittering with a mischievous light. “Not so resistant.”

My lips part to respond, but the words die in my throat as he teases my clit with his thumb, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. My body responds instantly, a fresh wave of pleasure building inside me.

“No, please,” I moan, even as I rock my hips, silently begging for more. “I can’t take it...”

“You most certainly can, and you will,” he says, his voice filled with determination. “Let it wash over you.”

And I do. I surrender to the bliss as my second orgasm consumes me, my body shaking uncontrollably. Silas thrusts into me, his hips moving in perfect rhythm, drawing out every sensation, pushing me to the edge again and again.

“Please, Silas. Please don’t stop.” I find myself begging, not caring how desperate I sound. I can’t get enough of his strong, skilled body teasing mine.

“Filthy, beautiful girl,” he whispers, his thumb never stopping its circular motion on my clit. “Taking everything I give you and begging for more.”

His words spur me on as I feel myself spiraling toward the edge again. His powerful thrusts slam into me, each impact sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core.

“Oh, yes...” I moan, my body shaking, my breasts heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. “I’m gonna?—”

“Shatter for me,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “Let go.”

He slams into me, his cock burying deep, hitting that magical spot that sends me over the precipice. I cry out, my body convulsing, my channel clenching and milking his length as my orgasm crashes over me.

“FUCK!” Silas curses, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he continues to thrust through my climax. “You feel so fucking good squeezing me like that.”

I’m overwhelmed by the sensation, my mind awash with pleasure, my body alive with every nerve-ending tingling. I feel his cock twitching inside me, his hot release coating my insides.

“Take it, Clara,” he grunts, his jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. “Take my cum. It’s all for you, breeding that pretty little pussy.”

I feel his heat spilling into me, blending with mine, our bodies fused in this intimate act. It’s too much, and my still-sensitive core clenches around him, triggering aftershocks of pleasure.

Silas throws back his head, his throat exposed, a primal sound escaping his lips as he releases himself fully into me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his chest heaving as he finally stills, buried deep inside me. “That was...”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, his eyes never leaving mine as we try to catch our breath.

“You have no idea how good that felt.” His voice is hoarse, and his expression is filled with hunger. At that moment, I realize that Silas, despite his dark nature, has an insatiable appetite for more.

He leans forward, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath warm on my face. “But we’re not done yet, are we, Clara?”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest, my body still thrumming with pleasure. “What do you mean?”

A lazy smile plays on his lips, his eyes darkening with desire. “We’re just getting started. I plan to use that gorgeous body of yours all night.”

“But—” I try to protest, only to be silenced by his fingers on my lips.

“Shh...” He silences with his thumb brushing my lower lip. “No more talk. Just feel.”

He pulls the mask up to reveal his lips, and they capture mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Mybody responds instantly, a fire igniting in my core. I can feel his arousal against my thigh, proof that he’s far from finished with me.

And I don’t think I ever want him to be finished.

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SILAS

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