Page 60 of The Silver Spider
“The man wants to keep me?”
Hands slid from her back to cup her breasts, squeezing. She inhaled, mouth trembling as he plucked her nipples.
“I want to keep you,” he said. “But do you want to be kept?”
She didn’t know. A relationship was new to her. Even a few days ago she would have laughed if someone had said she would be here, so abruptly, in bed with…Amnan.
“I’ve never had a relationship,” she said. “I don’t know if I want to jump into happily forever and I don’t even know what happily for now is like.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He sighed. “You’re so young. My father couldn’t help himself, but your mother was a divorced woman with children, no matter how young she was. She knew what she was doing.”
Serephone ignored the insult of him assuming she didn’t know what she was doing. She supposed a certain level of misogyny was inevitable. “I want you.”
Amnan’s eyes closed, jaw clenching. “Goddamn, Serephone. You aren’t making this easy.” When his eyes opened they were glowing, pupils slitted, scales restless under his skin, giving him the undertone of his blue-black dragon form.
“Can we have sex and worry about maybe mating later?” she asked.
“I’ll take you anyway I can get you.” His lifted her so her thighs straddled his cock. “Now?”
She nodded, licking her lips, and he impaled her. Serephone cried out. Her body had never felt the invasion of a male before. As slick and ready as she was, it was still new.
“Move when you’re ready,” he said, teeth gritted.
Her body was ready. Her mind, her heart, not so much. She wanted him, but something inside her held back. But if she wasn’t ready now, would she ever be? Not that sex would resolve her trust issues, that was ridiculous, but she had to make herself move forward. Stop using the past as a guard against living her life.
She angled her hips instinctively, and rode him. Each grind of his cock inside her touched a spot she’d heard of, known had to be there, but had never understood. Her hands rested on his shoulders, gripping him tight as she sped up, feeling her control slip as an animal-like frenzy replaced her misgivings. All she wanted was completion.
He reached between their bodies, somehow, and touched her clit, fondling her with a skill that wrung a cry from her throat.
“That’s right, baby,” he said, a guttural croon. “Fuck me good.”
This was the mindlessness those men before had craved. The times she’d defended her sisters from a dark, sickly look in a man’s eyes. The time she’d been covered in the blood of someone, who had tried to stick his hand up her skirts. The skirts of a twelve-year-old girl, because he liked her eerie eyes, and her mother hadn’t know her daughter had snuck out of the market stalls to go watch the ladies in the saloon dance. She’d been curious, as tall as any of the adult women, the first stirrings of her sexuality developing.
She’d also had a knife on her. Hatcher hadn’t allowed the man to press charges.
Desire unlocked a darkness that was an irrevocable part of her psyche. She stared down at him, saw the pain and fury reflected in his shimmering gaze. Steel fingers hotter than a furnace dug into her waist. Her hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck; she imprisoned him as he imprisoned her.
“Never again,” he said.
She didn’t know if he knew what he was saying never again to, but on one level he knew. On one level she accepted. It wasn’t that she’d ever truly been alone; she had her mother, her sisters. But she was their shield more than they hers; even her mother relied on her, though it was unlikely it was conscious. Serephone didn’t blame Kailigh. She was strong enough to be her family’s backbone.
Still, she smiled. “Never again, what, Amnan?”
“Whatever I see in your eyes.” He arched up, pressing lips to the curve of bone just under her eye. “Whatever taught you the evil inside men. It will never happen again.”
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Don’t need a shield. Iama sword.”
His eyes didn’t leave hers. “Then let me be your sheath.”
“Isn’t it the other way around?”
He smiled, and she thought she saw the faint impression of scales move restlessly under his skin. “Everyone needs somebody, Serephone.”
Amnan moved, flipping her over onto her back. He draped himself over her, nestling between her thighs but not entering her body. “Let me have you.”
She pulled her legs back, wrapped them around his waist. His cock nudged her entrance and he slid in to the hilt. Moving in and out, the force of his thrusts pushing her deep into the bed. She screamed when the orgasm overtook her.
His face buried in her neck. “Yesss,” he hissed. “Scream for me, baby.”
