Page 234 of The Sins of Silas

He then sucked on my neck, cupping my breast with one hand and squeezing my hip with the other. When he pulled away, sliding his cock out, he laid down on his back. “I want to see your gorgeous face as we finish.”

I kissed his cheek before sitting on his cock once more. This time I stayed upright, my hands on his pecs as I lifted myself up and down, smothering his cock with my tight heat.

“You beautiful siren.” He grabbed my ass with both hands, his golden eyes illuminated by the lightning that sparked all around us. It was growing wilder. Brighter.

“Come for me, Flower.”

His hands slid upward, grasping my hips as he began mercilessly slamming his cock inside of me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think over the euphoric feeling. Over the perfection of this moment, of the sensation of our bodies joined. My head tipped back, and the guttural moan that ripped free from Silas's throat as he came was the most erotic sight and sound of my life.

My electricity heightened, then finally reached its peak, illuminating the entirety of the room as it flared. I screamed, my nails digging into his chest as my orgasm traveled through my body, stronger and wilder than ever before. My arousal gushed from me, soaking him and the sheets beneath us. I was still shuddering as I collapsed onto him, panting and covered in sweat.

“My Gods…” he rasped. “That…I've never felt a sensation like that.”

“Me either. I don't know if I can walk,” I joked, heaving a sigh, my limbs trembling

He chuckled, the sound light and sweet. I decided then that it was the most beautiful sound. I wanted nothing more in this life than to see him happy, carefree, and satisfied. I wished to erase every burden on his shoulders and smother every self-deprecating thought he had.

I would show him just how much he was loved, so that he'd never doubt he was deserving of it ever again.

“I love you,” he whispered, his arms encasing me. “I love you so damn much.” He kissed the top of my head, running his thumb along my cheek. “Ihave missed making love to you. But I have also missed our friendship. I've missed it all.”

My throat burned, but I smiled, kissing his cheek. “I love you more than anything. I've missed it all, too. The only thing that has kept me going these years was the hope I'd find you again…somehow, someway.”

He ran his fingers down my spine. “I never want to leave this moment.” He sighed, his eyes closing, the corners of his lips raised. “If I died here right now in your arms, it would be the most peaceful death.”

My brows drew together. “No one is dying. Don't ever say such a thing.”

He let out a hum, continuing to caress my back. “I feel like I'm dreaming. Like I'm high or something.”

I did, too, the remnants of our electric lovemaking still buzzing through my body. “I have been wanting to release the electricity during sex…wondering what it felt like.” I studied his face as he rotated his head to me, opening those beautiful eyes. “But I only wanted to experience it with you. I acquired this magic because of you, after all. It belongs to you. All of me does.”

His smile slowly faded, and he pulled me against him, squeezing tight. “I may not have magic, but all of me belongs to you, too.”

Chapter Sixty-Five

LENA

We lay there for a while, our limbs tangled together, Silas playing with my hair as we gazed at each other. We didn’t have to worry about being caught, rushing, or keeping quiet.

Silas glanced over to the door to the right of the fireplace. “I believe there’s a bathroom in there.”

He stood, and I eyed his firm backside as he wandered over, peeking into the room. He turned, offering me a smirk.

“What?” I asked with amusement, propping my head up with my fist.

He stepped inside, and after a few seconds, I heard the sound of a faucet going.

A bathtub.

I was shocked there was running water, but then again, something about this place seemed off. Unreal.

“Is it warm?” I called out.

“It is.”

I sat up and took in the environment of the room. The flames in the fireplace still crackled, illuminating the room with its warm glow. A painting of the night sky hung above it. I turned my body and stood, walking over to the window to the left of me. Moving the dark blue curtains, I saw how snow completely covered the window, cold air leaking from it. There had to be at least eight feet of it piled up.

I worried for my friends, wondering where they were and if they'd found shelter.

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