Page 121 of Fire and Silk

I gasp, bracing my hands on his thighs again as my body stretches to take him. The angle is deep—sodeep—and I can feel every inch of him as I start to move.

He cups the back of my dress in his hands, dragging it higher so he can watch me ride him. “Look at you,” he groans. “You take me so well.”

I roll my hips against him, grinding down until his breath stutters. The forest disappears, the world narrows—just us and the fire and the slick sound of my body taking him over and overagain. His hands clutch my waist now, steadying me as I bounce in his lap, the pace building, filthy, and raw,and perfect.

His cock hits the deepest part of me with every thrust, and I can’t stop the sounds I make—soft, ruined little moans that spill out between my teeth.

His hands slide up under my dress, rough palms cupping my breasts from behind. I arch into him, my hips never stopping, grinding down harder now, faster. He groans into my neck, lips brushing just beneath my ear, the heat of him everywhere, all around me. The fire cracks nearby, but it’s nothing compared to the burn between us.

I bounce in his lap, thighs shaking, his cock driving deeper every time I take him down to the root. He pinches my nipple lightly and I cry out, the sound half a sob, half a prayer.

“Fuck,” he gasps, and his hands grip tighter. “Just like that.”

His mouth finds the side of my throat again, trailing heat across my skin. I’m spiraling, so close I can feel my body tightening around him, ready to break apart.

And then it happens—everything clenches, everything floods. I cry out as my orgasm rips through me, every muscle locking tight around his cock as he groans behind me, thrusting up hard one last time.

He finishes inside me, spilling deep as he presses his face to my shoulder, his hips jerking, hands shaking where they grip my breasts. We stay like that—together, joined, every breath heavy and ragged.

I slump back against him, still trembling, trying to catch my breath. His lips move again, softer now, peppering myshoulder and the top of my spine with kisses. Like he needs me just as much as I need him.

The fire crackles.

My body is sore and soaked, his cum slowly leaking from between my thighs, and I can still feel the pulse of him inside me, softening but not yet gone.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close, burying his face in my hair.

“You do things to me,” he whispers, voice low and reverent.

And I smile, eyes still closed, heart pounding like war drums against my ribs.

Chapter Nineteen – Severo

Forest Edge, East of Melbourne

She’s still asleep.

The fire has died down to a lazy line of embers. Grey ash clings to the stone ring. My back leans into the log, and she’s curled against me, her cheek on my chest, her arms drawn into herself. Her face is pale from fatigue. Even in sleep, her brows tug together slightly, as though her mind won’t release what her body needs to forget.

I glance down at her hands.

The skin across her wrists is raw, red, and swollen. Rope burns like rings of quiet violence. Her knuckles are scabbed where she clawed at the bindings, where she fought like hell for both of us. I reach for her fingers, trace the edge of the damage with my thumb, and close my hand slowly around hers.

She stirs a little and presses closer.

I tilt my head back, stare at the canopy overhead—patches of dim morning light breaking through.

How could I use you?

The words taste like dirt. I whisper them aloud, barely more than breath. “You weren’t a weapon. You were a warning. And I…I’d burn for you. It would still look like strategy, like revenge—but it would be the kind of fire I’d walk into without blinking.”

Her head shifts slightly on my chest.

I adjust the suit jacket draped over her, tucking the lapels in closer to her ribs so the cold doesn’t reach her. Her breathing is shallow, slow.

The sun crawls out inch by inch, throwing blue into the treetops.

She moves again.