Page 33 of Her Ivory Flame

Quickly she grabbed at his pants and undid them, his full length coming free against her. She didn’t dare glance down while Silas had her mouth, but her hand stroked him and she felt her heart race even faster. He was not small, and the ache inside her pounded harder.

He grabbed under her butt and lifted her around his waist, walking towards a small dresser against the wall. She was surprised he didn’t take her to the bed, but she wasn’t going to complain. She needed this, she needed him.

He set her down in a hurry, pulling her leather skirt off leaving just the white fabric covering her. He moved the fabric to the side quickly so he could feel her naked center against him.

His fingers found her again, this time sliding all the way inside her and she sucked in a breath.

“You're so wet,” he groaned and retracted his fingers a second later.

Everything felt like it was going so fast, but the burning inside her roared and she didn’t object when he started to press his length inside her.

A moan rattled out of her chest, her mouth latched onto his and he pressed inside her even faster. A small amount of pain could be felt, and she knew he was a little large for her.

Once he was fully seated, he started rocking in and out of her and soon the pain subsided and she started to moan again.

He started to move faster, slamming into her now and all she could do was hold on to him as she sat on the edge of the dresser.

His hands stayed on her thighs, gripping her harder than she would prefer, and rhythmically thrusted into her with urgency. It felt ok enough and she kept moaning against his lips.

Finally, he moved one of his hands between them and started to rub her clit, her body instantly reacting. It had been so long since she had been touched, it didn’t take much before she felt the build up inside her. A few more thrusts and she came apart around him.

Her body shook and she could feel the pulsing ravage through her body just before he followed his own release.

Both panting, they stayed joined together for a minute and she was able to get her mind to focus again before he pulled away.

“You will probably want to wash up before bed.” He smirked and kissed her again, his hand grabbing the back of her head and pulling her closer.

“You might have to carry me there.” She chuckled.

She didn’t need to say anything more and he picked her up gently before starting to head towards the bathroom.

It took her a few minutes to clean up, her body sore and her mind racing.

She was coming down from the adrenaline that just coursed through her, and she felt odd. It wasn’t a terrible experience, but looking back she thought it would have been more intimate, even romantic after all the time they had spent together.

She was a hopeless romantic, always wanted that slow gentle love making and Declan only showed that a few times. It definitely wasn’t anywhere close to that with Silas, but at least that tension was now gone.

All that was left was to navigate what this meant and if it would change anything. It was stupid, but she could only hope things would get better from now on.

She returned to her bed a few minutes later, Silas already under the blankets with one arm behind his head. He was studying her, probably waiting to see if she was going to regret her decision.

A small part of her did, but she buried it deep inside her and gave him a reassuring smile while curling up next to him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.

“Exhausted.” She smirked. “But I won’t complain.”

His eyes searched her face, as if he was looking for something but she didn’t know what.

“I promise I’m ok.” She smiled and gave him another long kiss.

He moved his arm from behind him and cupped the side of her face, his thumb brushing along her lip.

“Maybe I just need to fuck you hard enough to break that wall down you built.” He teased, but something in his eyes made her stare at him for a second longer. “That is if you would want me to.” He smirked.

“Right now, I’m exhausted,” she giggled, “but we have plenty of time to figure things out.” A slight uneasy feeling washing over her at his odd statement.

He stared at her lips for a second, she could tell he was thinking about something and she couldn’t detect what. She kissed himone last time, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip and she squealed playfully.