Page 60 of Monsters' Manor

He slides the dress down my shoulders, revealing the bra I’m wearing beneath. Silas’s gaze grows sharper, hungrier, as Ren exposes me to him inch by inch.

“Lace?” Ren murmurs into my ear, and I shiver again. “You were planning for this, weren’t you, witch? You knew exactly what you wanted when you put this on.”

He’s not wrong, but all I can do is whimper helplessly as my dress drops to pool around my feet.

“Goddess, Rosemary,” Silas breathes, taking in the sight of my black lace bra and a barely there thong to match. He palms his cock over his pants as he looks, and Ren chuckles into the back of my neck.

“Look at what you do to him, Rosie. Look how hard he is for you already.”

He toys with the clasp of my bra as he speaks, and a heartbeat later that falls away, too, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

“Let him do the last of it,” Ren urges, giving me a nudge forward.

I step to where Silas is sitting and he shifts forward to meet me. Standing between his thighs, I run a hand through his hair and grasp lightly, tipping his head back so he has to look at me. His hands settle on my hips, tugging me even closer as he slides his fingers under the straps of my thong.

“Rosemary,” he whispers.

“Silas,” I say, every bit as gently.

His touch is moonlight and heaven against my skin as he slides the skimpy fabric down and lets it drop to the floor. Grasping my ass, he runs his lips over the crease where thigh meets hip, nuzzling against my skin before moving toward my core. I’m aching for his touch, half-crazed to feel him—

“Rosie,” Ren says from behind me, a firm note of command in his voice. “I seem to remember telling you to get on your knees.”

The noise that rasps out of my throat is half need, half desperation, but there’s nothing I can do other than submit to the tantalizing order. As much as I want Silas to touch me, I want this for him more. To put my hands and mouth on him, to make him feel as good as he’s made me.

Holding Silas’s gaze, I sink to my knees on the rug next to the sofa.

“Tell me,” I murmur, running my hands up his thighs. “If any of this isn’t good for you, you need to tell me.”

He laughs softly. “Nothing you do can be wrong, darling.”

Silas’s cock is just as beautiful as the rest of him, long and thick, impossibly hard for me when I free it from the black slacks he’s wearing. I wrap my fist around him, giving a soft, experimental tug and watching his face to see how he’ll react.

As out of my mind with need as I am right now, I still want to be careful with him. All of this has to be so new, so overwhelming.

Silas, though, doesn’t seem to be feeling anything but pleasure as his head drops back against the sofa and his hips thrust into my touch. Fighting back a grin, I decide to give him a little bit more.

As soon as my tongue flicks out and traces the underside of his shaft, teasing up to run along the ridge of flesh right under the head, Silas’s breath hitches and a strangled noise breaks from his chest.

I pull back a few inches. “Is it too much? I don’t want to overwhelm you, if all of this is too—”

“No,” Silas groans, peeling his eyes open and reaching down to cradle the back of my head, nudging me back toward his cock. “No, Rosemary. This is… all of this… it’s not… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough.”

“Rose,” I whisper, reminding him. “You can call me Rose.”

Silas’s laugh is hoarse and unsteady. “I’ll try to remember that, darling.”

Desperate to have him bare against me, I tug his pants and underwear down his legs. He strips off the black shirt he’s wearing and tosses it carelessly aside.

I close my lips around the head of his cock, sucking and licking and savoring the taste of him. The hand he has in my hair tightens, and I hum in satisfaction, taking him deeper into my mouth.

He curses harshly and drops his head back against the sofa. His hips shift beneath me, tight and controlled, like he’s holding himself back from fucking into my mouth.

I do my very best to break that control as I work him in slow strokes and teasing licks, flicking my eyes up to watch him come apart under my ministrations.

While I’m busy taking care of Silas, Ren kneels on the rug behind me. He runs his hands over my waist, my hips, my ass, kneading and squeezing while an approving growl rumbles in his chest.

When he runs a finger down the length of my slit, spreading the pooled wetness he finds there, I moan around Silas’s cock.

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