Page 71 of Little Wing
Imagining Silas claiming me sent a bolt of longing straight to my core, because I realized I wanted it. I longed for it. I didn’t consider it as being stuck with him when I savored every second that we spent together. Yes, we were ageless, and our world would continue to change around us, but Silas could be my constant. He was the one I could not imagine existing without.
“Silas,” I purred, pulling him closer so that I could straddle him. He ran his hands up my thighs eagerly and practically whimpered when he felt I had nothing else on under my dress. After getting home from work, I liked to be comfortable and yes—this just meant one less thing for him to take off. Silas was already hard against my needy sex. I was positioned perfectly as I ground against him for a taste of that delicious friction.
My name rolled off his tongue in a low growl that had his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head.
His reactions to my body, my movements, my sounds—I never felt more adored than when Silas touched me. I swiftly pulled my dress up and over my head, tossing it just past the foot of the bed.
Sitting naked and straddling him, fully clothed, I wanted to give him everything. Even then it wouldn’t feel like it was enough. Even without a claiming, Silas made me feel alive, wanted, and loved.
“I just—” Silas started, moaning when I rotated my hips against his thickening erection. He gripped my thighs to halt my movements and reached to take my hand in his. “Lotus, I don’t want you to—” he blew out cold air and hummed to himself. “Fuck, you’re not making it easy.”
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Look, I don’t expect you to want this with me, Lotus. I need you to know that I respect your decision either way, but should you want this, I am yours.”
This time it was my turn to caress his face in my hands. Though I understood what he meant, I still leaned forward to press my lips to his forehead. Even if this could save me from being erased from existence should Luca be sentenced to death, Silas would never force me to jump from one tether to another. He would continue looking for safe ways to free me. But the idea of being his, completely his, set my heart on fire with joy I didn’t think I’d ever feel again. After Wesley, I thought I would be destined to walk this Earth just waiting for an end.
When no more words were spoken, and all that could be heard was the soft patter of rain on the balcony, I helped Silas out of his clothes until we were both stripped of any fabric between us.
Silas allowed me to touch him, relinquishing all control to me. This decision was mine. My hands ran idly up and down his sides as I pressed kisses to his cheeks, his jaw, and down his neck. When my hands fluttered down his stomach, to the defined lines of his muscles, I reveled in the way he shivered, taking my time before I touched his cock. I loved this with him. I loved being allowed to experience every sensation with him. I wanted him just as he wanted me, and I wanted him to have all of me.
Keeping his eyes on me, he bit his lip, holding back from touching me. I understood him. This was up to me. This decision would always be mine.
My need only became more desperate as I wrapped my hand around his length and gave it a few slow pumps before I begged him to touch me. He kept one hand on my hip while the other dipped into the heat between my legs. Slow and lazy caresses of his fingers against my wet lips had me melting into his touch.
“Yes, Silas,” I whimpered as he thumbed my clit in excruciatingly slow circles. “I want you. I want everything.”
He leaned back as if needing to differentiate my sounds of pleasure from coherent responses. “W-what?”
“I want to be yours, completely, only if you will be mine,” I breathed, feeling his cock twitch in my hand.
Silas nodded, his lips spreading. Gods, that smile. I’d endure all the pain again just knowing I’d see it one day.
“So…” I returned the smile already laced with pleasure. “Where do we begin?”
“With me fucking you until you cannot imagine an existence without me.”
Adrenaline surged in my blood, desire amplifying at the sight of her swollen lips parting to speak the words I longed to hear. Holy shit, she wanted to do this. Lotus wanted this; she wanted me.
I ran my hands up her sides and to her breasts that I leaned down to taste, flicking my tongue lazily over her peaked nipples. I nipped at the flesh beneath and smirked as she giggled.
“I wanted to taste you,” I purred. “I wanted to taste your essence when I tasted your pussy—wanted so much to be wrapped in your scent so that it would be bound to me, letting everyone else know you're mine.” I whispered the words that I swore came straight from my dick, because this primal, possessive need had Lotus squeezing her thighs around my hand. Good, I wanted her to know how badly I needed her.
“Silas,” she whined, grinding slowly against my probing fingers.
“I’m going to watch you blossom, Lotus. Coming on my tongue till your tight pussy is begging to be fucked.” I squeezed her ass with my free hand and gazed into her glazed-over ruby eyes. “I will never get tired of this. I will always want more. I will always want you.”
As my thumb idly rubbed her swollen clit, I watched Lotus react to each stroke.
“P-promise?” she pleaded.
When I had her finally down on her back and my head between her legs, I vowed that no words of doubt would ever leave her lips again. Not after I would devour her pussy, lapping up every drop with my greedy tongue.
I savored her taste, gripping her thighs tighter as she began to squirm with each stroke of my tongue flat against her cunt. My lips moved to press against her trembling inner thighs, and I couldn’t help chuckling.
She gasped at the feel of my stubble against sensitive flesh, and it drove me wild knowing I could elicit such reactions from my raven-haired beauty. I would have her coming on my tongue before long.
“Never forget how much I love your perfect pussy, Lo,” I growled against her delicate lips. With a quick move, her legs were around my shoulders, and I finally had my perfect angle to fuck her with my tongue. I was going to listen and feel her body react to every touch, every lick and suck of her sensitive bud. I was going to let her give into the pleasure, letting her ride out her climax against my mouth.
