Page 133 of At the Mercy of Midnight
She gasped slightly, not having realised that somewhere along the way, his own blanket had been discarded, leaving himin only his briefs. His bare skin pressed against hers, the hard muscles of his abdomen hot against the flesh of her stomach.
His hand landed at the dip of her waist, letting out his own small sound before he quietly murmured her name, the sound of it reverential.
And she knew, without doubt or reservation, that he could have her, every part of her, if that’s what he wanted.
Silas pressed her firmly against the wall, a desperate ache in his chest, body demanding he kiss her, touch her harder, get closer than he was even now. He gripped at the heat of her waist, and he heard her startled breath, her chest rising with it as she blinked up at him. The rosy colour in her cheeks deepened beautifully.
He braced himself against the wall next to her head, still holding one of her hands captive as he lowered his mouth down to her ear. “Be careful what you ask for,” he murmured softly into her ear, and he felt her body shiver against him. The fingers of his free hand moved up the curve of her waist, rising over the side of her breast until he coasted across her clavicle. “Because I’ll do it all, andmore.”
He straightened again, his eyes feeling dark and possessive as he stared down at her.
Amelia’s chest was already pulsing with fast, shallow breaths, and he was not such a decent man that he couldn’t admit how he loved to see her unravelling for him. It sent him spiralling, his own desperation rising with a startling speed.
His hand moved, slowly but surely, down her body, brushing over her breast that was covered by a fabric thin enough that he felt the hard, raised nipple beneath. His fingers only just caressed over it, but it was enough for her to pull ina hasty breath, her chest to push forwards into his hand firmer, her pelvis shifting against his own.
He swore roughly at the feeling of it, his hand taking the invitation to explore the softness, to memorise every rise and fall of her flesh.
Her free hand landed on his chest, her eyes shut while he peered down at the redness of her cheeks, the parting of her lips. Silas let his fingers fall away from her breast and took that hand, pulling it away from him and raising it until he had both of her hands trapped against the wall above the crown of her head.
Amelia’s eyes opened as she panted and shook beneath him.
He had barely even touched her.
He fucking loved it.
Silas leaned forwards, nose brushing against hers. “Don’t forget…you asked for this.”
He moved for her then, mouth crashing onto hers, a hard press against soft lips. There was no hesitation from her, responding back with a pressure that was punishing and brutal in the most delicious way. Her mouth opened to him with a ragged inhale, and Silas’ tongue moved along hers, a rough drag. A moan pushed up her throat, her wrists writhing beneath the hold he had against her.
His hand found her breast again, shoving the fabric aside to palm the hot flesh while he explored every inch of her mouth. Silas pulled his head back from hers, his lips hot and tingling, but he had to watch her as she took in a shuddering breath, responding to his attentions. His eyes dropped, snagging on the peaked, rosy nipple as her chest rose and fell. Ruined. He was ruined by this moment.
His hand found her backside, encouraging her movements, relishing in the way she rolled herself against him.
With a gasp, Amelia surged upwards to eagerly press her mouth against his again. He soaked in every soft moan against his lips.
He pulled away, her glazed eyes fluttering open.
Shifting his hand, he brushed against the edge of her underwear by her hip and slowly moved to her centre. Silas’ next breath felt like it was stuck in his throat, feeling how wet the fabric was beneath his touch.
He dragged his fingers against the damp underwear, watching with unfettered delight how her jaw dropped open with a silent, shuddering inhale. Amelia’s eyes shuttered, but she didn’t drop her gaze from his, her lids low, pupils blown wide.
“Is this what you want?” Silas asked, voice low and guttural, fingers dragging over her again.
The softest whimper escaped her throat, before she nodded up at him with a keenness that had his teeth clenching, heart thundering mercilessly.
Silas dipped his hand into her underwear, fingers finding the heat between her legs. Her hands shifted again beneath his grip above her head, body writhing against him as her brows furrowed, lips falling open with a silent gasp. He knew he would have a feral look on his face as he watched her, his fingers moving against her, but he couldn’t help it. This was what she did to him. He pushed one finger inside of her, letting out his own muffled groan at the feel, her heat unfathomable. Amelia pulled in a quick, audible breath through her nose, head falling back into the wall, eyes shutting again.
But he needed to see her, to soak in every reaction.
If this was all he got, he wanted to memorise every second of it.
Silas released her hands from the wall above her head to take her under the jaw, forcing her gaze back to him. Her handssagged to rest atop her head, her eyes opening to meet his heated gaze again.
“Look at me,” Silas said, eyes flashing, his finger thrusting deeper into her.
He felt her clench around him at the command, and he almost lost it. Groaning, he pulled his finger out, coming back in with a second, filling her more completely to the delightful sound of her hitched breath.
Her hands moved to hold onto him, pressing into the back of his neck with a biting pressure that he revelled in. His fingers keeping a steady rhythm, Silas leaned his head closer to hers so that her tiny, violent breaths would ghost across his lips. He hadn’t realized that he was biting down onto his bottom lip as he watched, until the pain registered somewhere in his brain. He tried to ease off, but it was a hard thing when Amelia was losing it before him, her hips shifting in time with his hand.
