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Silas nipped at my hot flesh before effortlessly flipping me onto my back on top of the table. There was no time for me to even try to push myself up before his hands pushed my thighs apart, spreading me open beneath him.

Those beautiful eyes were wild now.

“You look good like this,” he crooned, his fingers tracing along my thigh, teasing.

He lowered his head, pressing a slow, torturous kiss to the inside of my thigh. Then another and another. Each one closer to where I wanted him, leaving a trail of fire. I knew what was coming next, and I’d rarely wanted anything more. Silas trailed his mouth along the inside of my thigh, slow and purposeful, each kiss a brand, a promise, a fuckingtaunt.

Beneath him, my pulse seemed to be beating in odd places, and my breath came faster, my body still burning from the sting of his palm. The contrast of it all—the heat of my punished skin, the cool air against my exposed flesh, the soft teasing of his lips—had me quivering.

I hated how easily he unraveled me, but I loved it too.

His hands slid higher, his thumbs stroking over the sensitive skin at the crease of my thighs. He breathed against me, and my stomach clenched.

“You’re shaking, Wildcat,” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing.

I grit my teeth. “You’re taking your damn time and I’m not a patient woman.”

Silas chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Oh, I love that sassy mouth.” He kissed higher, so close, and I felt him smirk against my inner thigh. “Even when it gets you into trouble.”

I twitched, trying to clamp my thighs together, but his hands pushed against me, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

“Not this time,” he murmured, dragging his nose up the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against me. “You don’t get to run from me.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a promise; maybe it was both.

His lips brushed higher, closer, his teeth scraping ever so lightly against my sensitive skin, and I felt my clit throbbing between my legs.

Then his kisses trailed closer to the apex of my thighs and then, at last, his mouth closed over my clit.

I arched clean off the tabletop.

A strangled moan ripped out of me as his tongue moved in long, slow strokes. It was like my body came alive, pleasure rushing through me.

His hold on me was a vise, his tongue ruthless until I was falling apart beneath him, writhing, panting his name, a prayer, a plea. The wet warmth of his tongue on my pussy was almost more than I could bear, but there was nothing I could do other than just lie there and take it.

A low growl rumbled through his chest. I gripped the edge of the table, squirming beneath him, pleasure building, spiraling, tightening.

My breath came in quick pants, my body tensing, and then he shifted. His fingers joined his mouth, two pushing inside me, curling, stroking, filling me. Pleasure pulsed through me, sharp and hot, and I knew I was close, knew that I couldn’t hold on much longer.

He worked me relentlessly with his tongue, his fingers, his touch, and I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t hold still. I was falling, the pleasure inside me burning, the pressure building.

When he sucked my clit between his teeth, I keened high and long, my fingers knotting in his hair, tugging hard.

My orgasm tore through me, a blinding rush of pleasure that would have swept me off my feet if I had been standing.

I cried out and Silas groaned against me, working me through it, his tongue drawing it out, sending aftershocks shuddering through me until I collapsed, panting and boneless.

Silas wasn’t done, of course.

His fingers kept stroking, his tongue kept licking me, his touch demanding more.

I moaned, the sound breathless. My thighs clenched around his head. He chuckled, but didn’t stop.

Another orgasm hit me like a fucking hurricane, stealing the breath right from my lungs, making me writhe. My toes curled, and I was mewling his name.

It was too much, and not enough, and I needed him, needed all of him.

When Silas finally pulled away, I was shaking, my entire body still humming, heat still surging through me.