Page 123 of Savage Reign

“Do you?”

I shook my head, left speechless.

He grinned. “No?”

He added another finger, spreading me, quickening his pace a bit, but still slow enough to drive me insane.

“Please,” I whimpered, feeling on edge.

He added another finger, and a slight burn took hold. Wetness gushed out of me, and my pussy made that familiar squelching noise that told Silas I was wet from this, wet from him—as if he couldn’t already feel it.

He curled his fingers, and I curled my toes, my body wanting to shoot off the couch.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “Do you see this? Do you see how your body responds to me? You are made just for me.”

He quickened his rhythm.

I threw my head back and screamed out his name, knowing I was so close.

So fucking close.

“Please,” I moaned out.

“I got you,” he said, and the hand on my stomach moved down to my thigh and pressed down a little as he increased the tempo until all I could think about was how he fucked me.

The squelching noise grew louder the harder and faster he fucked me, the butt of his palm tapping against my clit until I didn’t think I could handle it anymore.

I closed my eyes and squirmed on the couch, trying to get away, but the hand holding me by my thigh remained unwavering, while the hand fucking me seemed to have gotten harder, rougher.

“Please, Silas,” I cried out, tears seeping through my closed eyelids. Sobs escaped my lips when it got to be too much. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he gritted. “Not until you know exactly who you belong to.”

“I—”

Fuck. I already knew that. I already knew I belonged irrevocably to him. Tothem.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train.

It came out of nowhere and seemed to be endless.

I moved my hands down and tried to push Silas away. He persisted, his hand keeping up the brutal pace, fucking me even as I cried out my release.

I turned my head to the side and bit into the throw pillow as another orgasm hit.

Vaguely, I could hear Silas’ voice, praising me, telling me how good I was for coming for him.

I couldn’t have said anything even if I wanted to.

The hand on my thigh lessened in pressure, and I thought we were done, but he only freed his hand up to push my leg back until my knee touched my chest.

I looked at him through the slit of my eyes, taking in the sight of him just before he pulled out, spat on my pussy, and leaned down, eating me out like the hungry man I had likened him to so many times already.

“Fuck me,” I groaned out. I couldn’t handle this.

Not anymore.

“Not yet, baby. But soon,” he promised darkly before he covered my entire mound with his mouth.

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