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“What mess?” I murmur, keeping my hands fisted at my sides.
“C'mon, Evie. Playing dumb doesn't suit you.” His words float across my skin a second before I feel the blunt edge of his teeth as he presses them into the patch of skin below my ear.
There's that goddamn nickname again.
I shake my head, feeling the ends of my hair brush against my shoulders.
“I have two men who satisfy my every need, Silas. It takes more than a kiss to get me wet,” I lie through my teeth. “You should know that just from the camera footage of the sauna.”
He clicks his tongue before he drags it up the line of my neck. “Ah, that's right. I forgot you're a visual learner, my poisonous little butterfly.”
A shiver coasts down my spine, and I can feel heat pooling between my thighs. Despite his hand around my throat, there's tenderness in his voice, a fondness maybe. Whatever it is, it makes my knees weak.
I tilt my head to give him better access, and he rewards me. The sensation of his teeth on my skin sends sparks shooting through my body, and I let out a soft moan.
His hand slides from my throat down, between my breasts, and right into the waistband of my leggings. His fingers slip underneath my panties and I gasp, his touch like a jolt of electricity. He slides his hand up and down, teasing me before he finally dips a finger inside me. I moan again, louder this time, my eyes closing as pleasure radiates through me.
He withdraws his fingers, and my eyes fly open. I watch with bated breath as he slips his fingers inside his mouth, licking them clean.
“I always clean up my mess.”
“Oh, holy fuck,” I mutter, my core clenching at the sight.
He sends me an intense look. “What did I say about that filthy mouth of yours?”
I push onto my toes and get as close to his face as I can. “That you want to fuck it.”
He grips the waistband of my leggings and yanks them. The fabric tears instantly, and he discards them with a flick of his wrist. My panties are gone before I even register what happened. He slams his lips against mine, his tongue demanding entrance as he picks up my right leg, resting it in the crook of his elbow.
I open my mouth to him, my hands flying to his shoulders for balance. He doesn't waste any time, pulling his cock free from his pants and sliding inside of me in the next breath.
“Jesus, Silas,” I say on a groan against his lips, my fingers digging into his skin and my eyes squeezing shut. “You're so big.”
“You can take it, Evie.” He pulls out, thrusting back in slowly once more.
I whimper, pleasure shooting through me faster than I can keep up with. His free hand slides between us, his thumb brushing tight circles over my clit.
“Hold on,” he murmurs. His grip tightens a little as his thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming against mine as I start to ride out the wave of pleasure.
I was wrong before. His kiss was a powerful drug, designed to lure me to this moment. This is the claiming. A statement of possession so powerful that it can never be undone.
“Oh fuck.” I can't believe it, but I think I'm going to come already. I feel my pussy start to flutter around his cock, and I'm so close I can almost taste the euphoria.
“Come, now,” he demands as he pinches my clit between his thumb and index finger.
And if it didn't feel so good, I might've held out just out of spite. But my body has other plans, and she's not going to pass up an orgasm. I crest that wave, plummeting into oblivion as I yell his name.
He follows me immediately, tipping his head back to expose his throat as he comes with a long moan. His chest heaves, sweat coating his bare skin. I have the strangest urge to lick it off.
Aftershocks ripple through my body, and I feel like I'm looking at him with new eyes. Heart-shaped rose-tinted glasses.
I wince as he pulls out of me, so I miss it at first. The change in the air. He lowers his arm, and my foot settles back on the ground once more.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, the sweet taste of bliss turning sour. I shake my head, like I can somehow stop him.
He tucks his still-hard cock beneath the waistband of his shorts and rolls his shoulders back. Finally, he gives me his eyes.
“Thanks.”
