Page 52 of Dark Sold Mate

“Stop talking,” Elle commanded. “Less talking, more doing.”

She was magnificent like this. Assertive about getting what she wanted. This was not the shy girl from those years ago. This was a grown woman who knew her worth, what she wanted, and she was not scared to ask. It was the sexiest thing that Silas had ever seen.

He leaned forward and used his teeth to scrape her neck. A moan fell from her mouth. Silas drew back a bit and pulled her shirt over her head.

“Fuckkk.”

Elle was curvy and voluptuous, with smooth skin that Silas could not wait to touch. She had full, heavy breasts that were in a plain black bra. Her belly had a little pouch and a softness that Silas found himself desperate to worship. Her hips flared wide, perfect for gripping, perfect for holding onto while he—

“Stop staring.”

He raised his head and met her gaze. Her arms were wrapped over her body, like she wanted to hide.

“Why would I stop staring? You’re fucking beautiful.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” He grabbed both of her hands with one of his and lifted them above her head. “You’re gorgeous, Elle. Every inch of you and I will make sure you know that.” He kissed her and swallowed her words. His free hand was wandering her body, touching the curves that he had long desired.

He slipped his hand beneath her bra and caressed her breast. Elle moaned into his mouth. “Silas.”

“I got you. I am going to take good care of you and make you forget your own name. “

She licked her lips. “Big promises.”

“I keep my promises.”

He released her wrists and watched her unhook it meekly, throwing it across the room. Her breasts spilled free, and Silas felt his wolf howl with satisfaction. Perfect. She was perfect.

He leaned down and caught one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking it as his hand squeezed her other breast. Elle arched off the bed, running her hands through his hair.

“More,” she demanded.

Silas moved to her other breast and gave it some attention. Then he caressed that soft little pouch that made him feral, and popped open the button of the jeans she wore and gradually moved the zipper downwards, giving Elle the chance to tell him to stop in case she decided to change her mind. But she didn’t stop him.

Instead, she lifted her hips so that he could pull down her beautiful panties with her jeans.

Then Elle was lying bare under him, breathtakingly beautiful.

“God,” Silas breathed. “Look at you.”

Elle reached for his shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”

He laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. Elle stared at his chest, his abs, and the trail of hair above his jeans. He grabbed her hands when she touched his belt.

“Not today,” he said. “This is about you right now.”

Silas peppered kisses on her body. He kissed her stomach and the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He traced every line with his tongue.

Everywhere except where Elle needed him to touch.

“I swear, if you’re trying to tease me..”

“I’m trying to worship you.” Silas peered up at her from between her thighs. “But if you want me to stop…”

“Don’t you dare.”

Silas grinned and placed his mouth on her. Elle moaned loudly and ground against his mouth. He gripped her hips, while he continued to suck on her clit, figuring out what was making her gasp, moan, and scream his name.