Page 192 of The Sins of Silas

I was reaching the top of the peak, the pleasure exceeding any I had ever felt in my entire life. The forbidden aspect of our affair heightened my arousal, that and the fact it washimwith his face buried between my legs.

I felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder with the way he had his fingers curved inside me, but the overwhelming need to come was all I could focus on.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I voiced breathlessly.

“Don’t hold anything back,” he murmured, then closed his mouth over my pussy once more, flicking his fingers and hitting a spot that made me start to see stars as he fucked me with them.

Only a few more seconds passed, and my moans were getting louder, euphoria taking hold. And then, I exploded, screaming his name as my body shuddered against him. I was aware of the liquid pouring out of me as I throbbed—but the sickening pleasure was all I relished in.

“Fuck, Lena,” he growled as he kept fucking me with his fingers. When my breathing started to level and the stars started to fade, I glimpsed down.

Silas’s lips were swollen and wet…no—drippingwith my release. He smirked at me, golden eyes burning with desire as he withdrew his fingers, slid them into his mouth, and sucked what was left of me off them.

I could only look at him in astonishment. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and seeing him like this, lustful and soaked in my release, had me wanting to come again.

He got off his knees and crawled over me on the bed. “Now I want you to come that intensely with my cock inside of you. I want to feel you fluttering around me.”

I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, and as I was still out of breath, I merely gave him a rushed nod. I laced my hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. His tongue danced slowly around mine, the taste of him mixing with the taste of me. We kissed hungrily, starving from all these years apart. Silas pulled away, unzipping his pants. His enormous length sprang free, and I inhaled sharply at the sight. With no time to waste, heangled himself downward, pushing the blunt head against my entrance. It began to slide in effortlessly, considering I was drenched.

He groaned as he pushed in further, and my eyes rolled back at the sensation, at the fullness. He began inching in and out slowly, torturously. When I met his eyes, he was staring down at where we were joined, lips parted and eyes darkened. His breathing staggered as his gaze lifted, and he lowered himself so he was just above me, my arms and legs wrapping around his torso.

I missed him. Gods, I missed him.

He kissed me softly and then plunged himself inside. I cried out, and with no time to waste, Silas began rolling his hips, moving quickly in and out of me.

My head fell back, and I held onto him tightly. “Yes…yes!” I wailed.

“Godsdamn, Lena, I have missed you,” he breathed, then quickened his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin was harmonious with our frantic moans. He pulled back slightly and grasped one of my breasts before sucking my nipple into his mouth.

I felt it then, the electricity. My whole body was buzzing in response to him.

I trailed my right hand to his cheek, my left still around the back of his neck.

I loved seeing him like this, so lost in lust and desire, primal instinct compelling him to slide in me again and again and again.

He slowed down, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. “You are breathtaking,” he marveled, his sweetness warming me. “You are exquisite.”

He nipped at my ear, kissing my pointed cartilage, and tears began forming in my eyes.

“Flawless,” he whispered, leaning back, his fingertips grazing the part of me I had always kept hidden. “Perfect. You are perfect.”

My vision grew blurry, and before I could let my tears free, Silas scooped me in his arms, resuming his intense pace.

“Silas!” I dug my nails into his neck, and he groaned, his hand clasping around my neck.

“That's it, sing for me, Lena.” His grip on my throat tightened. “There is no sweeter sound than my name cried from your lips.”

He trailed kisses along my jawline, his fingers weaving through my copper waves, his pace inside me slowing again.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned.

“So do you,” I panted. “I have missed you so much, Silas.”

His breathing quickened, and he withdrew his hand to suck on the skin of my neck. I angled my hips back, taking him even deeper. There was no amount of closeness that would ever feel like enough when it came to him. He growled in response, sliding his soaked shaft in and out of me.

“I haven’t known happiness since I left, either,” I confessed in a whisper.

I ignored the stinging in my eyes, and Silas lifted his head, studying me. I squeezed my legs around him tighter.

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