Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He kisses me again, hungry. I weave my hands into his unzipped hoodie and tug it from his shoulders. I pull his dark, faded t-shirt over his head, our mouths only breaking long enough for it to clear.
I’ve glimpsed hints of tattoos edging up from beneath Silas’s collars, and I’ve always been curious. It turns out his shoulders and chest are covered in ink. A black and gray eagle dominates part of his chest, its wings half-open and its expression as watchful as its owner’s.
Another image at the center of his chest is so faded I barely make out the shape of a flaming heart pierced with arrows. A pale, uneven scar cuts along his ribs. It's old and half-hidden beneath muscle.
When our bodies meet, skin on skin, the last shards of his control fall away. His hands are everywhere. His mouth is everywhere.
He pushes a hand inside my pants, where he finds me wet and aching for him. With the heel of his palm pressing against me, he slides a finger inside, and both of us groan.
My hips lift to meet him when he pulls back and presses in again. He keeps at it as he pulls my pants and underwear down and out of the way.
For a moment, his eyes shift back to the Viper I know, taking in every inch of my body with skilled efficiency, filing away the data. Then the surveillance habit falls away, and his gaze is pure heat, burning hotter than a wildfire.
As he starts to work at his pants, he turns me, bending me over the bench, sliding his free hand down my back, over my hips, grabbing hold of me and keeping me steady.
From behind, he presses the blunt head of his cock inside me, his breath heaving. His movements are ragged, almost frantic. So uncontrolled for a man who’s been the very definition of the word ever since I met him, but after a few strokes, he starts to move in a rhythm.
With arms wrapped around me, one hand full of my dangling breasts, he bends over me, his full beard soft on the bare skin of my back as he pumps into me faster and faster. He strums at my clit with his thumb, teasing with the perfect amount of pressure, making it hard to catch my breath as sensations spiral up from deep inside and gnaw at me, insistent.
Of course, this man who notices everything senses when I’m getting close, and he presses my clit while he sets his teeth into my shoulder, then swipes his tongue over the spot he made raw.
Everything spills out of me then. Desire, frustration, fear, need. It all swirls together along with pleasure. So much pleasure.
It consumes me. It pulls me under, but Silas holds me tight.
I’m locked in his solid arms as my body lets go, wave after wave pulsing through me.
He keeps moving inside me, slow and steady, and when I’m past my peak, he ruts into me again. Hard, feverish, desperate. His hand claws at my hip as he grunts, seizes, then pulls out of me all at once.
I gasp at the sudden emptiness, then a hot thread of cum lands on my back. He groans as he paints my body with his release. I twist to look at him and find his face tortured and intense. He’s gone inward in a way I’ve never witnessed. Finally, he lets out a long breath of relief before coming back to himself.
I brace myself for his reaction, hoping with all my might that he doesn’t regret it.
He doesn’t collapse on me. He doesn’t even take time to recover.
He fits his spent cock back inside his pants, then grabs for his sweatshirt and turns it inside out. With the soft side of the fabric, he wipes my body clean, thoroughly and efficiently, the way he does everything.
The storm still rumbles outside, further away now. He doesn’t seem to notice.
Without a word, he threads my underwear and pants back onto my legs and leaves me to pull them up. He hands me my bra and sweater. His focus is on the task at hand, getting us both dressed again.
Is he rushing to put this encounter in the past, or will he pretend it never even happened?
“I tried to stay out of it,” he says finally. “I thought distance would protect you.”
After I tug my sweater on, he pulls my hair loose of the collar and smooths the strands over my shoulder. His gaze is directed at what he’s doing, but his eyes seem unfocused.
“I don’t want to lose you,” I say quietly.
CHAPTER 40
VIPER
I built my life around managing risk. Around knowing exactly how much pressure something can take before it fails.
“You’re going to regret this,” I tell her.
She sits back on the bench, sliding over toward the corner, making space for me. “Maybe. But being here with you was worth it.”