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I buried my face in the blanket. “I’m fine. I swear.”

He chuckled, entertained by my absolute mortification. “Lia,” he warned, as his fingers worked my zipper down. “Don’t make me do this the hard way.”

I groaned, heat creeping up my neck.

“You’d spank me again? Even though I’m already so sore?”

“I wouldn’t hesitate. Show me that bare ass right now, my little mate, unless you want everyone to hear you get spankedagainfirst thing this morning,” he threatened.

I hesitated, but his other hand brushed through my hair, a soft, reassuring gesture, and before I could second-guess myself, I lifted my hips just enough to help him slide my pants down past my bottom.

I felt his gaze the moment it landed on my bare flesh.

His fingers traced over my skin, feather-light, barely there, but I felt every single touch like a slow burn on my already tender flesh. I clenched my teeth, my hands gripping the blanket beneath me. His thumb brushed over one of the welts, and I whimpered.

Silas exhaled, his voice quieter now. “There are quite a few marks, but they’ll fade in a day or two. I didn’t break your skin.” His fingers moved lower, over the swell of my ass, pressing lightly, testing for any real damage. “You took it well, Wildcat.”

The shame consumed me; I just wanted to disappear.

I was so aware of him: his fingers skimming over the evidence of my punishment, of the fact that he was admiring his own work. I groaned when my pussy clenched with a need all of its own.

“You like this,” I muttered, my voice muffled against the blankets.

I couldfeelhis smirk, his fingers still tracing the lines he’d made on my skin. “I like taking care of what’s mine.”

I huffed, my stomach flipping at his words.

His touch lingered on my bare bottom for another long moment, before he slipped his hand between my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as he slid his fingers against my pussy and I blushed harder, never more aware of my bare ass and his fingers between my legs than I was right then and there.

“I think you like it too, little mate,” he observed, and my cheeks flamed red hot.

“Silas,” I complained.

He didn’t answer. His fingertips just grazed over my clit and my body stiffened as a lightning bolt of pleasure surged straight to my core.

Fuck.

He teased my clit, slow and steady, and a shiver ran through me as he continued his ministrations.I bit my lip, the tension growing in the pit of my stomach, the pressure slowly intensifying, threatening to overwhelm me.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, the words sneaking out before I could stop them.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Silas growled.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed twofingersinsideme.

I gasped, my hips bucking forward, and Silas responded. He thrust deeper, his movements purposeful, his palm sliding over my bare, welted skin as he held me still.He pulled his fingers free for a moment and slapped my ass. I bit my lip to keep my cry of protest quiet. It stung a little over the welts from last night, but it didn’t really hurt all that much.

When his fingers drove back into me, the pleasure was intense, and so much more overwhelming than I was prepared for. I was still so sensitive, my muscles already tensing, every inch of me quivering with anticipation.

Silas growled, low and satisfied.

“Come for me, Wildcat,” he commanded.

The orgasm ripped through me, the sharp edges of it digging deep, and a moan tore itself from my throat. I tried to keep quiet, biting down on my lip until I just about drew blood, the intensity of the pleasure too much to fully contain.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my hips jerking as another wave of heat rolled through me.

Silas didn’t pause, his fingers still fucking into me. My muscles clenched, making my head spin.