Page 55 of The Sins of Silas

He kissed the top of my head before turning off the oil lamp beside the bed. “Sweet dreams, Ginger Snap,” he whispered.

And for the first time in a while, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Chapter Sixteen

LENA

Iwoke up to the smell of vanilla and sandalwood…and sex. When my hazy gaze opened, I found that I was lying on Roland’s chest, our legs tangled together under the sheets.

“Morning, Ginger Snap,” he whispered sleepily, a lopsided grin showcasing those gorgeous teeth. His hair was tousled, presumably from my fingers running through it, and he looked…well…sexy as fuck.

“Hi,” I whispered back, a smile creeping over me.

“Did you have fun last night?”

I ran a finger down his hard stomach. “Too much fun.” Memories flashed in my mind: his thick, wet length in my mouth, his face as I rode him, his lips wet from licking me…

“Flushing at the thought?” he asked in a low purr.

I pinched his side, and he hissed, grinning widely. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the hardness of him under the sheet. I bit my lip and met his eyes as he ran a hand along my back.

“Can’t get enough, Lena?” He dipped his hand lower and squeezed my ass.

“You’re so damn cocky,” I laughed, then slid my hand that was resting on his stomach under the sheet, gliding my fingertips over the blunt head of his manhood. He inhaled sharply, his cock throbbing at the touch, and I tightened my hand around him fully and began to stroke.

“Godsdamn,” he breathed, his eyes, appearing more sepia-colored this morning, rolling back.

“I might argue thatyouare the one who can’t get enough,” I purred.

His half-lidded gaze found mine, and he smirked. “Yetyou’rethe one grasping my cock.”

I loosened my grip and gave him a playful smile. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Please, no.”

He moaned as I quickened my pace, then chuckled softly.

“Fine, you’re right. I can’t get enough.” He grasped the hand that was working him, halting me to a stop. He kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you again, Lena.” He pulled back. “May I?”

I bit my lip and nodded, and Roland pulled me onto his lap in a swift movement.

“You are so hot,” he whispered, grasping my breast with one hand and angling himself inside me with the other. My breathing hitched as I sat on his thickness, feeling deliciously sore.

Roland ran his hands along my back, then gently pulled me close so I was held in his arms, resting on his chest. His pace quickened, and I unleashed my cries of pleasure as he found both of our releases.

After a few minutes of lying beside each other, sweaty and thoroughly spent yet again, Roland and I had a conversation about our expectations. I told him I wasn't ready for anything serious, certainly not in the middle of a war, so we both agreed we'd have fun with one another—nothing exclusive unless that grew to feel right for us.

“Friends who fuck. That sounds perfect to me,” he had purred. I chuckled at that.

I snuck to my room, thankful not to have run into anyone in our group. I quickly saw to my needs, showered, and brushed my teeth, noting the slight difference in my expression in the mirror above the sink.

Satisfied.

I smiled to myself before spitting out the paste Dani was kind enough to offer, and after rinsing my mouth I scrunched my still damp hair with the provided towel and let it dry as I moved on. I fished through the bag of cosmetics Dani gifted me, and once I applied a fresh coat of mascara, blush, and the lip gloss again…it was the first time in a long while I felt likeme.

After slipping on a black chemise and ochre corset, I made my way down to the dining hall, breakfast being served buffet style. I hada feeling one of the best parts of having Silas’s wealth during this journey would be the amazing food we could afford.

A pleasant aroma of coffee, sweets, and bacon filled the room. Silas, Era, Elowen, Edmund, and Viola were already sitting, so I quickly loaded my plate.

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