Page 191 of The Sins of Silas

I stopped behind her, my hands finding her hips once more. I bent down, and my breath against her ear caused her to shudder as I asked, “Does your pussy still weep for me, Lena?”

She gasped softly as my hand trailed down, dipping under the fabric of her panties. My fingers slid through the slickness of her with ease.

I cursed softly, then began skillfully circling my fingers over her clit. Lena’s eyes closed, and her head fell back to rest against my chest, another faint moan slipping free of her.

I let out a breathy laugh. “It does.” I quickened my tempo, and she bucked against me.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

I smiled against her ear, closing my eyes and breathing in her scent. Eucalyptus and spearmint. She always smelled so good.

My lips trailed down to her neck, where I quickly sucked in her skin and bit her.

“Silas!” she squealed, and my tongue moved against the small hurt, the combination of pain and pleasure causing her to shudder.

She moaned, her hand reaching back to feel the hardened length inside my pants. I grunted against the skin on her neck, and she slid her hand up and down.

I cursed again, pulling away and twirling her around to face me. I released her hair from her hair tie, her orange curls falling down her back.

She was stunned as my hand clasped around her neck. My jaw was clenched, my lids heavy as I moved us forward and roughlypushed her against the bed, releasing her neck from my grip. She gasped for air as she hit the soft mattress.

I fell to my knees, prying her thighs apart with no objection, and weaved my arms under her knees. I jerked her toward me and began kissing the sides of her thighs. Slowly. Methodically. When I reached her sex, I gave a light kiss right on top of her undergarments. I knew my breath was hot against her, and I offered her a cruel, teasing smirk before continuing to kiss over the lacy material.

“Silas,” she breathed as she propped herself up on her elbows, her shiny copper hair falling well past her breasts. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“I would enjoy it,” I admitted, my lips hovering just above her pussy. “But no, my Flower. You never need to beg for this.” I slowly slid her underwear off before discarding them on the floor. I loomed over her for a moment, blowing my hot breath over her sensitive privates, and right before she began to protest, my tongue darted out and began lapping at her clit. Her hand shot up over her mouth, muffling her cry.

It had been over half a decade since I tasted her pussy. And while I knew I made her feel good before, I also knew it was evident my sexual skillset had improved. I sure as hell would hope it had, considering how many women I had gone down on since then.

“Scream for me, Lena. I want to hear you come,” I mumbled over her clit, and as she lowered her hand, I continued my assault. Her head fell back, and desperate moans escaped her.

My tongue continued to lick up and down, and she met my movements with her own, smothering me with her pussy.

Fuck yes…

She ran her hand through my hair and gripped it, and I grunted against her. I always loved it when she pulled my hair.

"Yes, that's it," I roused. "Grind on my face."

I moved my tongue all around her now, dipping my tongue into her entrance before sliding it back up and then sucking each of her lips into my mouth. Lena rotated her hips, her forbidden sweetness gliding across my lips, across my nose. I inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her heavenly scent.

“Fuck. Silas, please don’t stop,” she begged, her face flushed as she watched me.

To that, I placed my lips around her clit and sucked, causing her to curse and cry out my name.

My name on her lips…that will be my undoing.

I resisted the urge to grab my aching cock. “You taste even lovelier than I remember, Flower.” I groaned, and her left hand joined the other in gripping my raven locks. I could tell she was enjoying the roughness of my facial hair as it slid against her. “So sweet. Your pussy was made for my tongue.”

I closed my mouth around her clit again, sucking it in and lashing my tongue rapidly against it before two of my fingers then pushed their way inside. She cursed loudly at the fullness, and I smiled against her.

Chapter Fifty-One

LENA

Silas began moving his fingers in and out at an increased pace. The pleasure was blinding, and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs around his head. He used his free hand to push my legs back so I was opened even wider, unrelenting as he slurped on my pussy. My nails dragged against his scalp, and when he began rapidly pulsing his fingers inside of me, I screamed his name again.

What we were doing was wrong—so wrong. But Gods, it felt so right.

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