Page 150 of The Oath We Give

"You are everything, Silas Hawthorne. Everything." I lean into his touch, smiling as I press my lips to his thumb, "Even if you are painting your office that ugly ass orange color."

He laughs, deep and soaked in whiskey. Addictive.

"It has a name, ya know?" He tilts his head, watching me, "The color."

"Yeah I know, ugly ass orange."

"Hex code #dd4a3d." He grins, "It's name is Coraline."

"I'm your favorite color?"

"You're my favorite everything, Hex."

I've slowly learned that the past doesn't matter when you give the rest of your life to someone like Silas. When you know he'll have the start and end to all of your days. Everything before him? It doesn't exist, he won't allow it.

The pain, the hurt, the misery.

None of it matters when I'm with him. I'm not cursed witch of Ponderosa Springs. I'm not hard to love.

Silas loves me like breathing, easy, naturally, like he was made for it. And I love him carefully, tenderly like he's the only thing keeping me alive.

Our love is a living, breathing thing--it fills us up until there's no room for anything else.

Those might have been my mother's vows to my father in that courthouse, but they were meant to be said by me to him.

I will forever be his peace when the world gives only war. Every secret he spills will be kept safe by my lips and my arms will be his safety. I took a vow to be the one person who accepts him for who he is and who he will become.

"I love you." I murmur, "I love you."

Till death do us part.

SILAS

“Again.”

Coraline whine’s as my hand travels down the length of her stomach, nails curling into her warm, sweaty flesh. “Silas—”

“Again, Coraline,” I murmur from the place between her thighs, tongue darting out to drag through her pussy. The low and gentle vibrations of my deep voice sending waves of pleasure directly to her cunt, reverberating through her clit until she’s close to crying. “Didn’t you brag about how could take it? Didn’t you promise to be my good girl, hex?”

She arches from the bed, arms straining against the rope that keeps her wrists taut to the headboard.

“I…I—”

I look up. Clashing with her warm brown eyes, the mixture between overstimulation and pleasure mingling in her iris’s.

I warned her.

Told her what I would do if she let me have her body. I wasn’t content on Coraline coming. I needed her to break. To watch those walls crumble around her one orgasm at a time.

“Come on,” I urge her, pressing her thighs deep into mattress to keep her spread and pliable for me. “You’ve been so good for me all night. You can do it.”

I’ve pushed her to the edge. One orgasm on my gun, another on my fingers, now I wanted her on edge before making her drown my cock.

More. More. More.

I just want more of her. All of her.

Three months of pure freedom looks like heaven on her. The walls built around her have crumbled and she's let me fully into her heart. Letting me make a home there.

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