Page 103 of True Honey
Without a word Silas pushed himself between my legs, his hands on my face and his body pressed against mine. Our lips collided with a fury I had never felt from him, like he was trying to remind me exactly how he felt about me with his touch alone. It sparked a fire that started in my chest and spread around my body wildly, making my skin itchy and my breath catch. He went down through the darkness with me until the music was nothing but a dull hum and the lights around us were nothing but blurred stars across our vision.
It was more than just a kiss, it was another mark.
One on my soul that only I’d ever know was there.
It was possessive, and threatening.Mine.
My heart thumped dangerously slow in my chest and I realize then as the feeling of completely restless euphoria ran through my veins that I’m royally fucked. Silas Shore had altered my brain chemistry.
When he pulled away I almost forgot to breathe, my lips felt fuzzy and it took a minute for everything to come back into focus.
“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, brushing his face against my temple and looking at his friends who had all gotten a little quieter, stunned in silence by the extreme show of possession and public affection.
“Take me back to our room,” I hummed, flexing my fingers and tangling them into the fabric of his shirt at his side. The display had my adrenaline pumping like it never had before and I needed more of him. I wanted to feel him everywhere. I didn’t give a shit about the bar, or how crappy dinner had gone. Their remarks meant nothing suddenly and even my anxiety was subsiding where it would usually run rampant..
“Goodnight boys,” Silas didn’t even flinch from my soft demand. He turned to lead me away despite their jeers and calls for us to return. We entered the elevator and before the door even closed our lips were frantically called together again. His hands cupped my ass, tugging at the silky fabric of my dress as his mouth roamed over my skin. He grew more desperate with every floor passed and as the door opened on ours he hauled me up into his arms not quite ready to release me.
“Back pocket,” he grumbled against my lips and I snaked my hand around to grab his wallet, slipping out the keycard and slapping it against the door as his tongue swiped into my mouth.
He set me down on the floor beside the bed and his hands were on the zipper of my dress without thought. The fabric slipped off me without his help, pooling at my feet as he backed away to admire me in the dim lighting of the room.
Silas’s eyes darkened taking in every curve and line of my body. “Goddamn,” he huffed, running a hand through his hair, “you’reeverything.” He stepped forward again, pressing his body against mine as he kissed me more.
The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed and both of us tumbled downward in a mess of breathless laughter and more kissing. Silas settled between my legs, breaking the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw and down my neck. His hand roamed over my body, caressing and exploring every inch of skin he could find. He nipped at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, inches from the mark he’d left this morning making me gasp and arch into his touch.
It didn’t take much for a pool of warmth to form between my legs with how he was touching me. Knowing exactly which spots would elicit his favorite noises and god had he earned every single one after that kiss in the bar. My mind was still fuzzy and my skin on fire.
Silas smiled against my throat when he felt my breath hitch, knowing what he was doing to me and surging forward with prideful excitement. He slid a hand between my legs, cupping me possessively and pressing his thumb against my clit.
“So wet already,” he growled, biting down gently.
“You have that effect on a girl.” I arched upward into his hand, needing more contact and furious at how many clothes he was still wearing. My fingers reached out, aiming for the buttons on his stupid shirt but he stopped me.
“Did you need something…” He trailed off, kissing a line down my chest and capturing a nipple between his teeth drawing a low moan from my throat. My impatience was only making his ego worse and the smirk on his face would be the death of me. “Are you in a hurry?” He teased.
I narrowed my eyes on him, wiggling free of his body weight and slipped up higher on the bed out of his reach. Watching as he sat back on the bed in disbelief and I propped myself up on my elbows. “No hurry, but I think you need to earn it. I deserve a little treat after suffering through that dinner with your horrible friends.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward in amusement, settling on his heels to admire me. “I think you’re right.” He started unbuttoning his shirt, maintaining eye contact as he undressed himself at the end of the bed.
“Slower,” I whispered, planning on getting every last second out of his striptease.
Silas chuckled, slowing his motions and keeping his eyes locked with mine as he popped open each button. I wanted nothing more than to get my nails into the perfect skin on his chest but I was enjoying the show too much to care. Finally, he shrugged off the shirt completely, tossing it to the floor.
“Better?” He asked, his tone low and sweet.
“Better.” I responded, the word making my heart race in a weird way it never had before. When he attempted to return I pressed my toes against his chest and my eyes flickered to his belt and pants.
A smirk formed on his lips at the commanding gesture, leaning back slightly he worked his belt open gradually, deliberately. “For someone who isn’t in a hurry, you seem very interested in getting me naked,” he said, unbuttoning his pants.
“I’m enjoying the show.” A smile licked at the corner of my lips as he pushed the zipper down.
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Silas huffed, stepping to the end of the bed and pushing his pants down his hips revealing black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. “Is this part of the show satisfactory?” He asked teasingly, gripping the hem of his underwear and pausing, waiting for permission to remove them.
“Could use a little more passion,” I teased him. He rolled his eyes at me and inhaled slowly. “Sorry, sorry, no absolutely,” I giggled, “please continue,” I encouraged, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.
He chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he finally pushed his boxers down, stepping out of them completely. He was hard, his length standing proudly against his stomach. Silas watched as my eyes flickered down and he bit back a smirk, clearly enjoying the power play.
