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She arched her hips, hungry for him, every nerve ending straining toward the heat and hardness of his body. He obliged, lining himself up and pushing into her so deep she thought she might break in two.
Her hands, finally free, clung to his shoulders, nails raking down his back, welcoming the pain as a kind of proof. He fucked her like a man starved, pounding her into the table with a rhythm that bordered on violence, but always, his eyes locked on hers, as if daring her to break eye contact, to give in.
She felt herself unraveling, every thrust pulling another thread loose. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls, but he swallowed each one with a kiss, tongue delving inside her mouth as if to draw out her very soul. Her climax hit like a freight train, tearing through her so hard she thought she might faint, but he kept going, riding the aftershocks until she was a quivering heap, boneless and stripped of all pretense.
Only then did he let himself go, the tension in his body snapping as he spilled into her, teeth gritted, face buried in the crook of her neck. For long seconds, they just breathed—her chest rising and falling, his heart pounding a tattoo against her ribs.
When he finally pulled away, he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly, the gentleness a jarring counterpoint to the brutality of what had come before. She was still pinned to the table, body cooling in the afterglow, every inch of her claimed and thrumming with life.
Chapter 13 Jackson
It was late at night when Silas snuggled closer to Allison, burying his face in the curve of her neck. He pressed a soft kiss against her skin before moving closer to her ear.
“Are you hungry?”
“No,” Allison let out a soft, exhausted sound, too tired to give him a proper answer. Her voice was barely audible when she finally replied, and even then, she struggled to get the words out.
Silas lifted his head and looked at her. “You've been with me for hours. Aren’t you hungry? You should eat something.”
He reached for his phone on the bedside table and placed it in her hand.
“Order some food. Get something for me, too.” He paused, then told her the password. “It's 21196.”
Allison blinked in surprise when she unlocked the phone. The password was her birthday. She stared at the screen for a moment, taken aback. She didn't comment on it, though. Instead, she ordered two lemonades and a few snacks for them.
About half an hour later, their delivery arrived. Silas got up to collect it and brought everything into the living room, where they settled onto the couch together.
He handed Allison her drink, then placed his own on the table. After sliding a straw into her lemonade, he picked it up again and brought it toward her.
Allison accepted the drink, holding it in both hands before letting out a tired sigh.
“I'm so exhausted. I feel like my back is about to break. You didn't let me rest for even a second.”
She frowned and pressed her lips together, struggling to find the right words to express just how tired she was.
Silas watched her with an amused smile. When she finally fell silent, he leaned closer.
“I'll apologize to you on my knees if you want.”
Allison turned to look at him, a mischievous smile slowly spreading across her face.
“Really? Then do it.”
Silas didn't hesitate. He immediately slid off the couch and knelt in front of her, holding her drink out to her.
“Here you go, Mrs. Black.” He looked up at her with a perfectly obedient expression. “How much longer would you like me to stay down here? I'll gladly accept whatever punishment you decide to give me.”
Allison laughed softly at his antics, but before she could take the drink from him, Silas brought the straw to her lips to help her drink. Smiling, she leaned forward and took a sip of her lemonade. Her smile widened as she watched him hold the glass steady for her.
After a few more sips, she gently patted his hand.
“All right, that's enough. You can get up now.”
She tapped the empty spot beside her on the couch, inviting him to sit down. Silas rose to his feet and settled beside her, immediately snuggling closer as he picked up his own drink.
They continued sipping their drinks together until there was barely anything left. Silas eventually leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, with Allison nestled comfortably against his chest.
Just as they were settling down for the night, her phone suddenly buzzed on the table.
