Page 70 of Dark Sold Mate

This wasn't just sex. This was him showing her how deeply he loved her.

“This feels different,” Elle moaned loudly as Silas adjusted and changed the angle, thrusting somewhere deep inside that it sent stars flashing behind her eyelids.

“That was me fucking you,” he growled. “This is me claiming you.”

Elle wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him closer. He moaned and dropped his forehead against hers.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Perfect. Like you were made for me.”

“Maybe I was.”

It seemed like the words had an effect on Silas. He crashed his mouth against hers, their tongues meeting in a colliding mess as his hips moved even faster. His hands cradled her face like she was delicate, his body covering hers protectively.

Elle had never felt so cherished. So valued. So loved.

“Touch yourself,” Silas said against her lips.

Elle placed her finger between their bodies. The bundle of nerves was already tingling with need. Silas groaned as she touched herself and whimpered.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her. “Take what you need, love. Use me.”

Elle moved her fingers, and the pleasure grew in waves that rose higher and higher. Silas watched her with so much love that Elle could feel tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” Elle gasped. “So close.”

“Look at me when you come. I want to see you.”

Elle's eyes locked with his as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her inner walls clenching around Silas, her whole body trembling with the intensity of it.

“Fuck, Elle,” Silas groaned. “You're so beautiful when you come. So perfect.”

He continued to thrust deeper and harder in pursuit of his own orgasm. Elle clung to him, raking her nails down his back, eager to make him feel the way he just made her feel.

“Come for me,” Elle whispered. “I want to feel you.”

Silas buried his face into her neck and groaned, knotting inside her. Breathing heavily, Silas kissed her shoulder, collarbone, and jaw. “I love you.”

Elle felt like her heart was expanding beyond what her ribs could contain. She wasn't ready to say the words back, or if what she felt was love or just the beginning of it. But she knew with certainty that Silas had changed. That he wasn't the boy who'd bullied her, but a man who was trying every day to be better.

And she was also beginning to fall in love with a man despite all her efforts to resist.

“You are different now,” Elle said, rubbing his back gently. “You're not like the Silas I once knew. Or thought I knew.”

Silas raised his head and looked at her. “No, I'm not. And I shall continue to show that to you as long as it takes.”

“I know you will.” Elle pulled him down into a soft kiss. “I can see it already.”

They stayed in bed together for a while, tangled up in each other. At some point, Silas proposed that they take a shower and dress up. There was a pack party tonight, and he wanted Elle to attend.

“Why?”

They were both under the hot spray, with Silas washing her hair.

“Because I am making some changes,” Silas explained. “And I want you to be there when I announce them.”

Elle turned to look at him. “What kind of changes?”