Page 100 of Broken By Silence
They break the last of my control. My mouth crashes down on hers, not with gentleness, god no, but with a hunger that’s been starving for years.
She moans into my mouth, a broken, beautiful sound, and her fists clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.
My tongue sweeps against hers, claiming her, reminding her that she’s mine. Her body melts against mine, all the fight leaving her in a rush of heat. I walk her backward until her legs hit the edge of my bed.
I break the kiss, both of us gasping for air. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen and wet.
“On your knees,” I command, my voice rough.
A flicker of the old defiance flashes in her eyes, but it’s weak, doused by the need I see burning underneath. She hesitates for one heartbeat, two. Then, with a shuddering breath, she sinks down. The sight of her there, looking up at me, her chest rising and falling fast.
It’s everything.
It’s home.
I shuck off my trousers, but I don’t take my eyes off her. “Open.”
Her jaw tenses, but her lips part. Her tongue rests behind her bottom teeth. Waiting. I lean down, face inches from her. I cup her jaw in my hand. “You remember how this goes. You remember who you belong to.”
I gather the spit in my mouth, a quick, wet motion, and let it fall from my lips to hers. It lands on her tongue, and her eyes flutter closed for a second.
She swallows, taking me into her, accepting this. A low groan rumbles in my chest.
Fuck.
“Good girl,” I breathe. My fingers thread into her hair, not too hard, just enough to let her feel the guidance. “Now show me how much you missed me.”
Her hand is already there, wrapping around my length. Her touch is electric, a jolt straight to my spine. She strokes me once, twice, her thumb smoothing over the head, spreading the wetness already beading there. Then she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.
Holy shit.
The heat is instantaneous, a slick, perfect pressure that makes my head fall back. Her mouth is a miracle. She sucks, her tongue working along the underside, and her other hand cups my balls, rolling them gently. I watch her, my knuckles white where I’m fisting my own hands at my sides, fighting the urge to thrust. Her cheeks hollow as she draws me deeper, taking me to the back of her throat. She gags softly, and the vibration travels through my entire body.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “Take it all.”
A muffled moan is her only answer, and the sound of it, the feel of it, is my undoing. I can’t just watch. I need more.
I pull myself from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting us for a second before it breaks. Her lips are slick and red, her eyes dazed and hungry. I haul her up by her arms and spin her around, bending her over the foot of the bed. Her ass is a perfect curve in the air, and I run my hand over it, squeezing.
I needher.
The air is cold on my own skin, but where I touch her, she’s fire. I drag my fingers through her wetness, and she cries out, her back arching.
So ready. So fucking ready for me.
“You’re dripping,” I say, holding my slick fingers in front of her face. “All that hate, and your body still knows its husband. It still knows whose cock it needs.”
I don’t wait. I guide myself to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick heat. I push in just an inch, and we both groan at the feeling.Tight. So fucking tight.I sink into her slowly, an agonizing, perfect stretch that feels like coming home. She’s clutching the comforter, her knuckles white, a low, continuous moan falling from her lips.
When I’m fully seated, buried to the hilt, I stop, letting her adjust, letting us both feel the overwhelming rightness of it. I lean over her, my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. “This is where you belong,” I whisper, my voice raw. “Right here. Full of me.You feel that? You feel how you clamp down on me like you’re afraid I’ll leave? I’m not going anywhere.”
I pull out almost all the way, until just the tip remains, teasing her entrance. She whimpers, pushing her hips back, trying to get me back inside. I smile against her skin.
“Beg for it.”
“Elijah, please…”
“Please, what?”
