Page 137 of The Oath We Give

“Let your body make art for me, Hex.” He murmurs into my throat, working his mouth down my chest, tongue swiping against my erect nipple, making me moan.

He takes his time undressing me and himself, and I’m glad for it. I want to savor every second of this. Ingrain it deep into my brain so that it can be a secret place of happiness for me in the future. When the world turns dark again, Silas will be there as a beacon of light.

They say The Hollow Boys are pure darkness, rotted evil.

Those people have never loved one of them. Never peaked beneath the veil and so just how blinding the light beneath is.

Silas forces my thighs apart, spreading me open for him. The cool air brushes against my naked core, making me flinch, but his warm mouth replaces the chill. Just the sight of him on his knees worshipping me between my thighs is enough to send me over the edge.

His long fingers dig into the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, spreading me wide for his tongue to delve between my folds. If there was one thing I knew about him, he was always hungry. Always desperate to give me more orgasms than I knew how to handle.

He wanted me wrung dry and numb when he was finished.Fucking Silas was the equivalent of head empty, no thoughts.

His greedy tongue swipes over my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. My back arches from the canvas, paint stuck to my back as I wiggle my hips against his mouth. I place a hand on his shoulder, and the other on his head, grinding myself against his skilled tongue.

“Fuck me.” I choke when a finger slides inside of my pussy, massaging my inner walls with measured skill. “God, you’re too good at this.”

His eyes slit, smirking up at me between my thighs. His large hands crawl beneath me, cupping my ass in his palms, gripping me tightly to his face before my entire world spins on its axis.

Literally.

Silas flips our bodies with ease, his back now flat on the canvas, while mine straddles his mouth. He continues to drag his lips up and down my folds, tracing circles around my clit. The pressure of my weight on his mouth makes my stomach tighten.

“You’re going to ride my face and soak my tongue like a good girl, baby.” He hums, making me shiver. “And then you’re going to ride my cock and let me fill that tight pussy up.”

I nod shamelessly, muffled moans echoing around the empty studio as I rock my hips back and forth. Core squeezing as I chase the delicious friction between my legs.

“Play with your tits while I fuck you with my tongue, Hex.”

My hands run the length of my body, cupping my breasts, toying with the piercings, evoking a hiss of pleasure from me. When I’m with Silas, everything is warm. That empty part in me, heated by his existence, and right now I’m burning up with him.

“I’m so close.” I whimper, humping his tongue faster, desperately close to the edge.

Silas flattens his tongue, pressing hard against my clit, moving his head with my jerky movements. The swell of my orgasm built in a dull but every looming wave. My breaths come in uncontrollable and erratic bursts as my hips squirm in his grasp, but he holds me close, refusing to let me stop.

When his teeth skim my clit, I scream his name on my lips as I fall over the cliff and into a pool of ecstasy. My climax moving through me like water, cascading over my entire body, making me shake with pleasure.

Silas works me over, continuing to lick and play with my pussy until I’m begging him to stop. Begging him to fuck me. My hand crashes down on the canvas as he moves me down his body until I’m straddling his chest. Red paint coats the material beneath us, swirls, and splashes of color beneath us, marking every desire fueled movement, and I’m silently glad there will be something physical to remember this by.

We are art and destruction. Everything beautiful in-between, lost in one another.

“You gonna ride my cock? Be a good fucking wife and let your husband use that tight cunt up?” He grunts, guiding me onto his lap.

The veins of his cock press against my wet pussy, making me shiver as I grind against it. Needing him inside of me, every brutal inch.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek, lifting myself up to align him with my entrance. Slowly lowering myself onto him, relishing the sensation of his cock filling and stretching me inch by inch.The delicious pain that accompanies taking him, feeling my body open up just for him.

Silas’ lips part slightly, throwing his head back onto the canvas with a groan. As he bottoms out, fully inside of me, I keep still, barely moving before I roll my hips, slowly lifting myself up before coming down again. Stroking his cock with my inner walls.

“Silas.” I whimper, digging my nails into his chest for support, savoring every single inch of him buried in me. His fingers sink into my skin at my hips, helping me bounce up and down his length.

We move in sync, fucking one another like our bodies were made for it. The way he rolls his hips into mine and my body meets his.

“So good for me, baby. Taking this cock so well, what a good fucking girl.” He murmurs, sitting up and placing his lips on mine. Curling his arms around my waist and using it as leverage to thrust up into me.

My tongue swipes against his swollen lips, biting down lightly. Our movements moving faster as the hunger in us builds. Silas moves one of his hands to my mouth, dipping his thumb into my mouth.

“Suck it.” He orders and my tongue is already obeying, sucking slowly before he pulls it away and moves it to my throbbing clit. His thrust hit harder, making my ass recoil with every deep stroke.

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