Page 61 of Midnight Queen

I barely have enough time to do as he says before he’s on his knees and his mouth is on me. At the first languid swipe of his tongue, I cry out, my back arching while he groans against me, sending vibrations right to my clit.

“Yes,” I moan, my hips rising and falling, trying to create more delicious friction.

“That’s it,” he praises, his lips and tongue working my sensitive flesh, making me feel out of control. “Fuck my face.”

His mouth continues to worship my clit as he sinks two thick fingers into me. I squirm beneath him, grinding against his jaw. I’m going to have chafe marks on my delicate skin tomorrow from his stubble, but I don’t care.

With each pass of his tongue on me, more air is sucked out of the room. The pleasure inside of me is almost too much, and just when I don't think I will be able to handle any more, a slick finger leaves my pussy and trails backward.

I can’t help my reaction. My body tenses as he slowly begins to circle the taut ring of muscle. With each pass, the pressure increases. Sensing my apprehension, Silas turns his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss to my inner thigh. “Relax and let me in,” he encourages before returning his attention to my clit.

His tongue flattens against me, creating just the right amount of friction and pressure for me to involuntarily relax. He takes advantage of this and as I shudder out a breath, the tip of his finger presses into a place that’s never been breached before.

For a second, conflicting emotions shoot through me, fear and pleasure.

But in the end, pleasure wins. My eyes close and a long, low moan escapes my lips.

He sets an intoxicating rhythm. With each pass of his tongue on my clit, his finger plunges deeper into my asshole.

The orgasm that had been slowly building inside of me breaks through me like an electrical storm shooting through every one of my nerve endings.

His pace doesn’t falter and as I ride the waves of my release, he growls against me, “Just as I own your cunt, I also own your ass.”

“God,” I pant. “Yes. You can have whatever you want.” My heart, my pussy, and now my ass, they’re all his. He can do whatever he wants with them if it means I get to come like that.

“I appreciate the offer, though it’s entirely unnecessary,” he says after delivering one last stroke through my soaked center, causing my body to jolt from the aftershocks. His finger leaves me, making me feel surprisingly empty, and he stands to his full height. “I don’t need permission to take what already belongs to me.”

His head bows and his mouth covers mine. Silas doesn’t wait for me to open for him. He shoves through the seam of my lips, and he forces me to taste myself on him. I groan, sucking on his tongue.

His dick, still confined to his slacks, grinds against my soaked flesh as he kisses me. “You’re going to ruin your pants,” I pant.

“On the contrary, I think I’m improving them,” he corrects. “When I leave this room, I will be covered in your intoxicating scent and there will be no doubt in anyone’s mind that I just claimed something they never will.”

“No, never. You’re the only one.”

I can feel another orgasm starting to build; my body once again is taken over by an untamed need.

“Am I?” Silas questions through gritted teeth and he grinds harder against me.

“Yes, obviously.”What a stupid question.

“Prove it.”

Prove it.

I rise onto my elbow so I can look at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” I ask in a breathy pant. Despite the puzzlement I’m suddenly experiencing, his hips never stop their purposeful pace. The wet spot on his slacks is only growing by the second.

“You told me it ‘depends on who’s out there’.” Silas’s heated black eyes hold mine as he reiterates my early taunt. “I know who's out there and I know that while you came on my face, he could hear you.”

My tongue swipes over my lips. “W-who?” I manage to stammer out.

Instead of answering my question, his head dips low and he takes one of my pebbled nipples in his mouth. First his tongue caresses it, but when his teeth bite down, I gasp and my elbows fall out from under me.

My hands clasp his head, trying to hold him closer to me, but he pulls away too soon. I can’t help the disappointed whimper that escapes me.

“He might know what sounds you make when you come, but he needs to know that he will never be the one causing them,” Silas bites out. “He needs to be reminded that you are mine, and he will only ever be an observer.”

His thumb presses into my clit in an effort to really drive his point home. I almost fall right over the edge there, but he once again leaves too soon.

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