Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
“And I’ll never be the same.”
Silas pulled almost all the way out, and I let go of a whimpered, needy plea, before he surged in as far as he could take me.
“Told you I was going to ruin you,” he grunted through the desire that leapt into the room.
“In every way.” The words left me on a gust.
“Every way,” he rumbled, and he angled down so he could take my mouth.
Kissing me so deeply that he became the air within me as he began to move. Pulling back and thrusting in these slow, rigid, mind-bending strokes that nearly made me pass out with each one.
Pleasure glinted at the edges of my sight. At the edges of my spirit.
Friction and light.
He angled his head back an inch to take me in, his words a coarse scrape. “So tight and perfect. This sweet little cunt. Knew you were going to be perfect. Knew you would do me in.”
He kept kissing me, and I was kissing him back. Letting the frenzy take control as we gave ourselves over.
Silas increased his pace. Rocking and snapping his hips in a quickening that blustered through me so dynamically that it almost felt like grief.
Like loss because I was letting a piece of myself go while finally finding myself completely.
I struggled to touch him everywhere.
His face. His sides. His ridiculously perfect ass.
I met him thrust for thrust. Welcoming the streaks of pleasure that speared through me with each urgent jut.
Our names were moans that tumbled from our tongues. Whispering our belief into the other as we submitted to this dizzying dance.
“Brinley.”
“Silas.”
“Wildfire.”
“King.”
Our bodies rolled.
Boneless.
Liquid.
Creating a new mold.
And it grew and grew. Shaped and formed and swelled and surged.
“Silas,” I panted as he drove me toward the type of bliss I’d never known.
That buzz I’d felt the moment I met him hummed.
Amplifying the connection that strummed between us.
A mystifying song that I didn’t know the words to but fully understood.
Silas worked me over. His body undulating in surging, claiming waves.
Skin stretched taut over his muscles, his breaths short and rasping as he fed them to me.
“Nothing like this. Nothing like being in you. The feel of you wrapped around my cock. Don’t know myself anymore, Brinley. Don’t recognize what it’s like to feel this way.”
It was a tumble of confusion and dominance.
Ecstasy shimmered through my nerves. Ticking and sparking with each drive of his body.
“It’s you. It’s us,” I rasped.
“It’s us,” he murmured, and his rhythm shifted. The frenzy that clung to the outskirts winding its way into the connection.
Silas rocked harder and deeper. One arm slid up to hold me from behind the neck while the other wound between us. He stroked my already swollen clit.
All consuming. Speeding through my senses and igniting in my veins.
This man over me and in me and with me.
I came apart at that.
A rupturing.
A sundering.
Bliss barreled through my body. A bullet train that bashed through the last barrier.
I tried to subdue the shout of his name, but I couldn’t contain the absolute freedom that I found in him. It coursed between us in my own heedless claim.
Tingles of perfection burned through my insides and across my flesh.
Ecstasy.
There was no other way to describe it.
Silas gripped me tighter. Racing to meet with my orgasm that went on and on. His body coiled and tightened as his hips fucked and snapped.
Hard and rushed.
As rushed as the breaths that heaved from his lungs.
And he was right there, coming apart, his hands adamant as he hung on to me as he came.
“Fuck. Brinley. Fuck.”
His mouth dropped open on a silent groan, and his harsh, menacing face contorted in rapture.
And in that moment, he was no longer bound to who he thought he had become.
He was made new by the bonds that we had formed.
In this horrible life that neither of us had asked for, each of us broken in our own way, both willing to hold the other’s pieces.
Without question, I was going to hold all of his.
We stayed that way for the longest time, every synapse alive with pleasure, before he finally slumped down, though he kept himself supported on his elbows so he didn’t smash me with his giant body.
His smile was almost sloppy as he gazed down at me.
Tenderly, he brushed back a lock of hair that had gotten matted to my temple and tucked it behind my ear.
Then his fingertips fluttered up to run along my cheek and down my jaw.
“Nothing in the world, Brinley Webber. Nothing quite like you.”
FIFTY-ONE
SILAS
It was strange when you sentenced yourself to a life of nothingness and all of a sudden you were given everything.
It was like receiving that coveted acquittal when you knew you deserved conviction.
A commuted sentence five days after you’d been condemned to death.
A stay of execution when you had earned every drop of poison they planned to drip into your veins.