Page 93 of The Sound in Silence

“Erico.” I groan, his thrusts getting punishing. On the verge of painful but this man would never physically hurt me.

“Say my name,sirena. Grant another one of my dreams, I beg of you.”

“Erico.” I’ll say it again and again and again. And when my core clenches, when the orgasm sweeps roughly through me and I bow my back, fighting to get closer, for him to be deeper inside me. To be what the storm is. All-encompassing, energizing, and renewing. “Erico, I’m coming.”

He bends over my back, changing the angle entirely, and I cry into the car’s hood, my head unable to be held up any longer. His mouth traces the curve of my ear as he thrusts a final time, growling when my pussy tightens around him.

“Feel me. Let me hear you. No one’s coming near you again, Ariella, I fucking promise.”

The orgasm slams into me, my cries mingled into the heavy rainfall. My insides are filled with his heat before he slumps onto my back, his pants in my ear.

“I can’t believe that happened.”

“Which part?” He positions himself upright again, and my core is emptied when he pulls from my body.

“Every part.” I haven’t had two seconds to process it, being swept up in the chaos of the moment.

For one, I spoke. My voice worked again. Without hesitation, and even afterwards. When Erico slides my panties up my legs and lowers my dress, I stare at him. After tonight, I can’t return to being silent. Trauma memories aside, he’s made new, better ones in my head, and they’re what I’ll focus on.

And then, two, the fact we were almost ran off the road by his opponent.

Lastly, being bent over the hood of his car and fucked roughly.

He follows my gaze to the hood, only rather than the appreciation and admiration I’m feeling, his mouth slips open. His hand rubs the back of his mouth, his eyes saying something else. “Fuck. I pinned you down. Fuck!” His hands shift to his hair. He turns around, his back tense. Worry emits from every part of him and I’m taken back to when I recounted previous sexual experiences and it all dawns on me.

“Hey.” I reach for him, shaking my head, pulling on his arm until he faces me again. “Don’t you dare apologize. That was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.”

Still looking doubtful, he asks, “You better not be lying. You’re not hurt or…” He trails off, but I can imagine the numerous endings to his question.

“No. No, I guess…I don’t know. It’s different with you. Maybe with you, I enjoy both the control and submission.”

He yanks me against his chest again, his lips smashing into mine. Rain flavours the kiss and I pull at his clothing again, wanting to do it all over.

“As long as you never lie to me. Always tell me the truth so I know. I can’t fix shit if I don’t know.”

The sound of a motorcycle interrupts my response, and through the rain, Caladin appears. He parks his bike at the edge of the road and hops off, running toward us, his feet slipping over the grass.

“Holy fuck, what the hell happened? Are you two okay?” His eyes dart between us and I wonder if he can tell. “Anders finished the race, took the money, and sped away like his ass was on fire. The fact you lost is one thing but you would have been right behind him. I waited a whole five minutes before coming to find you.”

It was only five minutes.

“Find him,” Erico commands, his tone colder and harsher than minutes ago. “He tried to drive us off the road and I want to know why.”

Caladin jerks back, clearly surprised. “What the hell would he do that for? You’ve raced him twice in the past and he’s never pulled that kind of shit.”

“Exactly. Find him. He’ll be answering for it.”

Caladin nods and takes a single step back, first checking, “You two okay, though? No injuries.”

“We’re fine.”

We’re better than fine, in my opinion.

Caladin accepts Erico’s response and hops back on his bike, turning around and zooming back the way he came.

Once alone again, Erico leads me to the passenger seat. Instantly, the leather seat is soaked from my clothing. Erico takes his spot too and starts the car, driving it slowly over the grass, the cement, and the road. The low car’s bumper thumps with the movements, making me wince with the fact it’s likely getting scraped up.

“Well, that was fun. Your next race, I’d like to do that again, but maybe let me see you win.”

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