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Chapter fifteen

Silas

The monster has been unleashed! I repeat, the monster has been unleashed!

I place her back on the ground and lace my fingers through hers as we quickly make our way out, practically running to my SUV. I want this woman so badly. Just thinking about having her nearly makes me explode in my pants.

That kiss. Fuck.

That kiss was out of this world. I’ve never experienced anything like it. It was like an explosion in my mouth. Everything melted away, every previous encounter, every other woman I’ve touched. It all ceased to exist in my mind, and all I knew was her.

All I know from this moment on is her.

We jump into the car, and I drive out onto the streets like a maniac. It’s a short drive back to our place, and my excitement only grows, but so does my doubt.

Is it too soon? What if having sex fucks up everything I’ve been building between us? What if she thinks she’s ready, but wakes up tomorrow with regret? What if I hurt her? Jesus, I’ve never been with a woman as petite as her, and I’m not a small man. Far from it...

I park the car and get out, making my way to her door as thousands of questions run through my mind, and I’m hesitant on where to go from here. I want her, but I don’t want to push her either.

She takes my hand as I help her out, and we head in the direction of my private elevator, but when I spot the public one, I stop in my tracks, making her turn toward me with confusion.

“We don’t have to do this, Cecilia. If you’re not ready or one hundred percent sure, that’s okay, we can wait.

I just don’t want you thinking this is all I want, and it was never part of my intentions tonight.

I want you to know that if you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay.

I’m okay with that.” I’m rambling with nerves.

“Silas.” She places her fingertips over my lips, silencing my word vomit. Her eyes gaze into mine as she smiles in adoration. “I’m sure. ”

It’s all she says, and it’s the only confirmation I need. I resume my march, picking up my pace to get us into that damn elevator as quickly as possible.

The minute the doors close, I’m on her, pushing her up against the wall, hands sliding under her dress to grab her ass.

I lift her up and hold her weight with my body, pinning both her hands against the wall on either side of her head as she moans in response.

I think my girl likes when I take control.

My lips capture hers once more, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss isn’t tender and sweet, it’s feral and aggressive, like we’re two wild animals fighting for dominance, fighting to see who can devour the other first.

I bite her bottom lip, then kiss along her jawline to her ear, where I nibble on its lobe, her eyes remaining closed while she gasps. Then I kiss the skin behind her earlobe and pepper my way down her neck. Lick, suck, bite, repeat.

When I reach the space between her neck and shoulder, I bite down harder. She yelps in surprise, but it quickly turns into a loud moan, her hips rolling against me, chasing her release with the friction of my jean covered cock.

The doors to the elevator open as I pull her from the wall, keeping her in my arms and striding through my penthouse, up the stairs, and directly into my master bedroom. I don’t give her a chance to look around, that can wait until tomorrow. I need her too much.

Once in the room, I shut the door with my foot, walk over to the end of the bed, and throw her onto the mattress. She bounces from the action, giggling while lying on her back.

I kick off my shoes and begin to unbutton my dress shirt as she rises to her elbows, watching my hands undo button after button. She bites her bottom lip and lets out a tiny whimper, like watching and not being able to touch is causing her physical pain.

“Cecilia, you better get that little dress off that sexy body of yours before I rip it off,” I warn her in a harsh voice.

Her eyes darken, pupils getting bigger. She loves when I get rough with her.

She slowly gets onto her knees, hands reaching back, and I hear the faint sound of a zipper lowering.

Once she’s done, her hands return to her front, where she pulls on each sleeve, removing one arm at a time, letting the rest of the fabric fall around her waist.

My dick grows painfully hard because, holy shit, those big, beautiful tits are on full display. She wasn’t wearing a bra under that dress, and I couldn’t even tell. That’s how perfect her breasts are.

My mouth waters as I look at those pretty pink peaks pointing in my direction. I just want to bend down and bite on them, have her trembling and moaning with need.

I finish removing my shirt, throw it to the ground, and prowl over to her. Her eyes widen the closer I get as she sits back down on her butt and starts to crawl backwards on the bed. But I’m quicker.

My hand grabs the back of her neck forcefully, bringing her lips back to mine when she gasps, giving me full access into her mouth, and I take it. I slip my tongue in, exploring all over as hers caresses mine.

I abruptly let go of her and bring my hands down to her waist, grabbing the fabric of her dress between my fingers and urging her to lift her hips as I tug the material down. Once it’s fully removed, she’s left lying on my bed in nothing but a tiny black lace thong and her heels.

She’s a masterpiece.

Hair cascades around her like a halo, eyes hooded as she looks at my chest. She has rosy cheeks and puffy swollen lips from me ravaging them seconds ago, round breasts rising and falling as she breathes heavily, each one big enough for my giant hands with a little overflow.

For such a small girl, you’d never expect such a rack.

My eyes roam down over her flat stomach to her slender waist, so small that it feels like my large hands could touch when I wrap them around her. She has a tiny birthmark over her right hipbone that almost looks like the shape of a heart, and thighs perfect for grabbing.

Like I said, she’s perfection.

I straighten up to my full height, taking her by the ankles and dragging her closer to the edge of the bed.

I lay one shoe flat on my chest and slowly untie the clasp of her ankle strap.

Removing the heel, I kiss the inside of her ankle and place her foot back on the mattress, then repeat the process with the other one.

Once her feet are back resting on the bed, knees bent, I lower to the floor on my knees, grabbing her calves and spreading her legs wide.

She returns to her elbowed position and looks down at me as her body begins to tremble, though I’m not sure if it’s anticipation or nerves.

If I had to guess, I’d say it’s a mix of both.

“Silas, I...” It’s a whisper but sounds like a warning.

“What is it, baby?” My hands rub up and down her soft thighs.

“I haven’t... done anything in a really long time.” She turns crimson.

“How long?” I want to soothe her worries, and making her talk about it, having all the information, may help with that.

“Four years... at a party during Christmas break.”

My hands tighten around her legs as jealousy stirs within me. “Was he any good? Be honest with me, Cecilia.” Why am I doing this to myself?

She observes me for a while, debating whether to tell the truth or not. What she doesn’t realize is that her reaction alone gave me my answer. And I hate it.

Finally, she speaks in a timid voice. “Yes.”

FUCK! All right, asshole. Challenge accepted.

I grab both her thighs roughly and pull her butt in a swift move to the end of the mattress as she yelps in surprise. “That’s fine, because I’ll be better.”

I place my hands on the underside of her upper legs and push them back to spread them wider. Bringing my head down to her core, I lick my way up from the side of her panties to her knee. Then I bite back down the wet trail and do the same to the other leg.

She throws her head back and moans. “Fuuuuck, that feels so good.”

I press a gentle kiss to her covered pussy and grab the sides of her thong, sliding it under her ass and down her legs. I fling it behind me, not caring where it lands as long as it’s out of the way. Pretty pink lips greet me, glistening with her arousal where she’s completely shaved and smooth.

I come back to her and inhale her scent. God, she smells good. All woman. I can’t wait to taste her . With the tip of my tongue, I swipe up the wet stream all the way up to her clit, and I hum in approval at the delicacy on my tastebuds. So fucking sweet.

“OH GOD!”

I look up to my girl and find her watching me, eyes blazing with heat, mouth parted.

This time, I maintain eye contact while I do it again.

I press my tongue flatly against her pussy and run it up along her folds, circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

Her hands fist the sheets, legs rising higher on their own, giving me more access as she mewls loudly.

My dick turns to rock, pressing violently against my zipper, begging to be set free. Begging to be in her. But not yet, I need to prepare her properly first. The last thing I want is to hurt her.

With determination in mind, I get back to my task. I feast savagely on her pussy like a starved man. She falls back to the bed, her arms no longer supporting her body, one fisting the sheet as the other grips my hair painfully. But all it does is fuel my hunger for her.

Her cries intensify within minutes while she moans my name and pleads with God, her body quivering as she gets closer to her release.

I spread her lips with my fingers and push my tongue into her.

Her muscles tighten as I fuck her with it, and she grinds her pussy on my face, chasing her own orgasm.