Page 42 of Little Wing
As I lay sprawled on the bed, I spread my arms out and exhaled softly before reaching to tug on the chain of the lamp on my nightstand. Even as I trembled, I gave it one quick tug and allowed the soft warm glow of the bulb to illuminate both our bodies in intimate shadows.
I finally saw Silas’s bronze skin showered in warm light. His muscles were toned and guided my eyes straight to his erection. Feeling him in the dark was one thing, but seeing him casted in the glow? I didn’t know how much more of his gentle touches and teasing I could take. He was beautiful. I was already wet anticipating what he would feel like inside me, stretching me to take every delicious inch of him.
I watched his throat bob as he swallowed and ran his hand down his face. “Fucking Christ, Lotus.”
I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, a wave of shame suddenly overcoming me until Silas moved closer, his body hovering over mine.
“Oh, you beautiful creature, my beautiful shadow—you never have to hide from me.” His hand caressed my cheek before he planted soft kisses along my collarbone and up my jaw to the spot on my cheek that he cradled. “I cannot tell you how many times I’ve imagined this moment.”
Disbelief replaced the shame I feared would bring our pleasure to a halt, so I moved my arms away slowly. When I did, Silas groaned against my skin and brought his hands to my breasts until he lowered his lips to my peaked nipple. He licked and sucked on one before moving to the other. He was noisy as he tasted me, savoring my body like a dessert.
I melted beneath his touch that made me feel so incredibly adored. He touched me like I wasn’t used and discarded. Whenever he pulled away to look at me, his silver eyes glistened, like he couldn’t believe that we were doing this. I couldn’t believe it either, because I too pictured this moment almost every day since that first time he kissed me.
“Silas…” I sighed, his name dripping off my tongue like honey.
“I really want to fuck you,” Silas said suddenly as he pulled away only to press his forehead against mine. His voice was strained, like he was doing his best to hold back. “Do you want me to use anything? I’ve been tested and I'm clear.”
I shook my head and looped my arms under his to pull him closer. “I’m clear, too.”
His lips twitched and despite that being crossed off, he slowly nudged my legs apart so he could settle himself between themcomfortably.
“Tell me—tell me you want this, too.”
I nodded.
“Words, Lotus. Please I need to hear you say it, because I’ve been trying to control myself all night.”
Before Silas could say anything else, he hissed when I moved my hand between us and gripped his cock, nudging my sex with his own. “I’ve wanted this since the moment you kissed me the first time. And every moment since—Silas, I—” The words hung at the tip of my tongue, words I never pictured myself saying because for the longest time the only sentiment I felt around sex was only shame. Not pleasure or joy. But with Silas, it felt like it could finally be different.
“I want you to fuck me,” I uttered. “Please.”
Silas observed me, his eyes full of admiration as they moved from one part of my body to another before settling back on my face. Keeping his eyes on mine, he spread my legs further apart to bare my slick sex to him. He lowered his hand to trace my wet lips before inserting a finger, then two, that he pumped in and out slowly. When he withdrew his fingers covered with the sheen of my arousal, he grinned and stuck them in his mouth. I watched in awe as he licked his fingers clean only to run his tongue over his bottom lip, like he was hungry for more.
“Silas, please,” I whined, unable to keep my body from writhing for more of him.
Responding to my needy pleas, Silas finally guided his cock to rub against my core. When he finally pushed inside me, I gripped my sheets tightly, taking more of him in with every slow and sensual thrust. I felt myself stretching around him. I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be so full of him. I praised him with soft kisses against his forearm in words I never thought I’d give a voice to. Once he settled inside me,I bit down on my lip and looked up at him. Even from this angle he looked stunning. And they thought I bewitchedhim?
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathed and looked down before pulling out slowly only to push back in. “Are you okay?”
I was more than okay. When he stopped moving inside me, I tugged on his arm to touch me, kiss me, whatever he could do to be closer to me. Silas positioned himself as close as he could be, our chests brushing together as his hips thrust into me with increased speed. I couldn’t keep my moans quiet, not as he was burying himself in me, hitting all the right places that were already having me clench around his cock.
Silas captured my mouth again, devouring my moans as I trailed my nails down his back. I didn’t have time to worry about the marks I was leaving on him, like he was mine for the taking. I wished that could be. I wished that everything before Fairhaven could be erased, so all that existed was this moment, this peace, this unbelievable pleasure.
“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? All this time, you needed me to fuck you the way you deserve,” he growled against the shell of my ear.
“Y-yes,” I whined, because it was the only truth I wanted cemented into my existence. I wanted everything to have been worth this feeling of being so incredibly full of him and his tenderness.
As our bodies moved, meeting each other thrust for thrust—we were nothing more than skin and noise, and sweat, pulling each other closer and closer as if wanting to no longer be two separate bodies, but one chasing pleasure.
“Silas!” I moaned nosily, like I had absolutely no concern what my neighbors would think. I said his name over and over, my voice growing thin and needy—I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to be without this.
Silas panted, adjusting himself between my legs before bringing my wrist to his lips. With his chest heaving, he dragged his fangs over my scar. It was such a simple motion. The sensation was one I was used to, but with someone vile at the opposite end. Somehow seeing him do this to me, I didn’t think I’d even mind. I’d spill my blood into his mouth and come while he’d drink me. The thoughts surged and melted when he pressed his thumb against my clit—still while he continued to thrust his hips slowly and deeply. I didn’t know how much more I could take, how much more pleasure my body could withstand before exploding around him.
“S-S-Silas. Oh… oh gods!” I managed, but my words were stuttered and thin and it only made him drive harder into me, slamming his cock in and out of my pussy till I dragged him back against my slick skin.
“Say my name, Lotus,” he growled and lifted my hands above my head while he grazed his fangs once again against my skin, only this time it was over my neck.
“Silas,” I moaned, his name heavy on my tongue.
