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Silas’ breath was hot against the back of his neck, his hands gripping Evan’s hips like he needed something to ground himself. Like Evan was the only thing keeping him tethered. The thought sent a sharp thrill through him.

Then Silas snapped.

With a ragged growl, he pulled back and thrust in hard. Evan cried out, his whole body jerking as pleasure slammed through him. The knot made every movement feel deeper, more intense, stretching and locking him in place as Silas lost all restraint. His pace turned frantic, each roll of his hips demanding, taking, but there was no cruelty in it. No careless selfishness.

This was need.

Silas’ hands roamed over him, greedy, worshipping. A hand spread wide across Evan’s stomach, holding him still as Silas drove into him. Another ghosted over his throat, thumb brushing the edge of his jaw before tilting his chin up, like he wanted to see every reaction, to make sure Evan was still withhim. Even as he fucked him like an animal, there was something protective in the way he touched him, something reverent.

And Evan—Evan was falling apart beneath it.

He could barely breathe, barely think. He felt wrecked, claimed, cherished all at once. He’d never felt anything like it. Never let anyone have him like this before, so completely. And Silas—this dangerous beast of a man— was treating him like he was something precious, even while he was breaking him apart.

A groan of pleasure tore from Evan’s lips as his arms buckled, sending him down onto his forearms. Silas growled, following him down, covering him, surrounding him, moving inside him like he never wanted to stop.

And Evan never wanted him to.

Silas slammed into him, hard enough to punch the breath from Evan’s lungs. Every thrust sent sparks through his body, pleasure colliding with the pressure building deep in his core. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed.

“Good boy,” Silas growled, voice low and wrecked against Evan’s ear. One of his hands slipped beneath Evan, wrapping around him, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “You feel so fucking good. Taking me so perfectly. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”

Evan moaned, humiliated and turned on by how true it felt.

Silas’ grip tightened on his hip, holding him still as he drove in deeper, grinding against the knot stretching him open, forcing Evan to feel every inch. Evan’s breath hitched. His whole body tensed, heat surging up his spine, curling in his stomach.

He was close.

Silas must have felt it too, because his rhythm grew sharper, more desperate. “Let go,” he murmured, his lips brushing Evan’s neck, tongue flicking over his pulse. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

Evan’s entire body locked up. Pleasure crashed over him like a wave, violent, undeniable. It felt endless, like something inside him had finally broken free.

He wasn’t holding back anymore.

Wasn’t hiding.

Out in the open air, under the glow of the moon, with a man who wanted him, who treated him like something to be treasured, Evan gave in completely.

He shattered, crying out as his release took him, pleasure ripping through him so hard he saw stars. His body convulsed, cock pulsing as he came, ropes of hot come painting the forest floor. His inner muscles clamped down on Silas, squeezing and releasing in waves of intense pleasure. He cried out, the sound echoing through the woods, raw and untamed.

Silas held him through it, stroking him, growling praise against his skin, guiding Evan through the storm of pleasure wracking his body. He pressed kisses along the curve of Evan’s shoulder, rough hands smoothing over sweat-damp skin as if he wanted to memorize him.

"That's it," Silas murmured, voice raw with pride and hunger. "So good for me, so perfect…"

He growled, slamming deep into Evan one last time. "Mine," he rasped, his voice barely human. "You're mine, Evan. Your body, your pleasure, all fucking mine—"

Silas slammed deep with a guttural growl, his entire body shuddering as he claimed Evan completely. Heat flooded inside him, thick and overwhelming, and Evan felt every pulse, every throb as Silas locked them together. A rough breath ghosted over his shoulder, then sharp teeth scraped his skin, sending a final shiver down his spine.

Evan was wrecked—his body spent, his mind hazy, pleasure still crackling through his overstimulated nerves. Silas' knot heldhim open, stretched and filled, leaving no space between them. There was nowhere to go. No escape.

But Evan didn’t want to escape.

Silas wrapped him up, arms banding tight around him like he was something precious. The weight of him, the solid heat pressing against Evan’s back, should’ve felt suffocating. Instead, it was steadying. Safe.

"You okay?" Silas murmured, voice rough but unexpectedly gentle.

Evan swallowed hard. No one had ever asked him that before. Not like this. Not after.

He shifted slightly, feeling the thick, swollen knot still locked inside him. The sensation was too much, too intense, but he didn’t panic. He didn’t question it.

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