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Heat crept up my neck. Damn him. I tried to school my features, but failed.
“I can’t help it,” I admitted with a shrug. “I liked Aja—she was sweet. But the way y’all got together? It always irked me. Who wants to be reminded of that all the time?”
West gave a sad, half-smile. “Yeah. I’m starting to see how fucked up that was, talking about it now.”
Silas shook his head, but for the first time since that phone call… he really smiled.
Chapter thirty Six- Eshe
A week later.
I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing and lips dragging fire up my thigh.
Silas’s tongue flicked out, hot and hungry, and I damn near choked on air. He was between my legs, lavishing my pussy with his tongue. His head was buried deep; I could feel his curls brushing my skin.
I gripped the sheets, my thighs trying to close around his head, but his hands slid under, palms splayed wide, keeping me open.
“No,” he muttered against my clit. “Keep them open or I’ll stop.”
My hips rolled on instinct. He flattened his tongue, dragged it up slow, then sucked my clit so hard I yelped.
My moans were loud, reckless, damn near disrespectful. I didn’t care.
“Fuck… Silas…” My voice cracked, high and needy.
I grabbed his hair with both hands, curling my fingers in it, grinding against his face like my life depended on it. He didn’t stop. Just growled low in his throat like I was doing something to him—like this was his pleasure too.
Then that finger slid inside me, thick and smooth, curling just right—right there.
My back bowed. “Shit!”
His mouth was locked on my clit, tongue flicking with precision, nasty and greedy. I couldn’t do anything but take it. Shake through it. Drown in it.
“Right there, don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop…”
He didn’t. He was on a mission.
That pressure built fast, coiled tight, then snapped. I shattered—legs trembling, body jerking, eyes rolling back. I screamed his name like it was a prayer and a curse, my release soaking his face.
He didn’t move.
Kept licking, slow now, soft licks like he was cleaning me up.
My chest rose and fell like I’d run a marathon, my whole body still twitching.
When I finally managed to look down at him, he was staring at me, lips and chin wet, smiling like he knew he’d just rearranged my soul.
“Silas… baby…” My voice cracked. “Come here, I need—”
He pulled back, lips glistening, jaw tight. “No.”
“What you mean, no?” I panted.
“No dick. Not tonight.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and sincere. “I yelled at you. I hurt you. I’m not allowing myself the pleasure of being inside you. That’s my consequence.”
I blinked at him. “Oh. Okay.”
He stared at me like he didn’t hear me right. “Okay?” he repeated, incredulous.
