Page 221 of Fractured Allegiance

He’s already hard, cock flushed and heavy, the head glistening faintly. I lean in, lips parting just enough to ghost over him. I drag my mouth along the thick shaft, slow, deliberate,letting the softness of my lips brush his skin without taking him inside yet. A sound escapes him—half groan, half curse.

I flick my tongue against the tip, circling once, tasting the salt of him. Then I flatten it, teasing the sensitive ridge just beneath the crown until his breath breaks into a low, guttural grunt. My hand strokes the length I haven’t taken yet, squeezing, coaxing him harder, while my other hand caresses lower, cupping his balls with a soft tickle that makes him jolt.

His groans get rougher, throatier, each one unraveling more of the control he’s clinging to. I swirl my tongue around the head, suck hard, then drag my lips down his shaft, taking him as deep as I can before pulling back with a wet pop. Spit glistens along his length, sliding down onto my hand. I stroke him with it, slow and deliberate, while I lick and tease the sensitive underside, my free hand still cupping and fondling his balls.

“Lydia,” he growls, voice shredded, his thighs trembling under my grip.

I smirk against his skin, then sink him back into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make his breath catch in his chest. He jerks again, trying to thrust.

His hips twitch helplessly, his cock throbbing against my tongue.

“Enough,” he rasps, voice guttural, fingers clawing into the sheets. “You’ll make me—”

I pull back, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, before removing the shirt, leaving me bare. Then I climb up onto the bed.

His eyes are dark, burning, but I push him down onto his back, straddling his hips. His cock presses hot and wet against me as I grind down slowly, letting the friction drag a gasp out of both of us.

“This time, I set the pace,” I whisper, lowering myself until he slides against my soaked folds.

His breath catches, his hands clamp on my waist, but he doesn’t stop me as I take him in—inch by inch, slow and relentless, until he fills me so deep my whole body shakes. I moan, nails digging into his chest as I rock my hips, finding a rhythm that sends fire spiraling through me.

“Fuck—” His groan is broken, raw. His head tips back, eyes squeezing shut. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Good,” I breathe, bouncing harder now, riding him with intense, punishing strokes that make the mattress groan beneath us.

The heat builds fast, every drag of his cock stretching me wider, deeper, hitting places that make my body clench tight around him. My moans spill out in rhythm with the slap of skin, my hands sliding up his chest, clawing into his shoulders, gripping for balance as I ride him harder, faster.

He’s growling now, guttural, desperate sounds torn from his throat as his hips fight to thrust up into me. He tries to take control, but I hold on tighter, grinding down until I feel him throbbing inside me, until my own release threatens to snap.

And then he breaks.

His hands seize my waist, lifting me off him for a second before flipping me onto my back with one brutal motion. My gasp rips out as my wrists are pinned above my head, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“You think you can ride me?” His voice is low, savage, hot against my lips. “I’ll fucking ruin you.”

His mouth crashes into mine, biting, devouring, as his hips slam into me. Each thrust is brutal, relentless, grinding meinto the sheets until I’m gasping against him, my body arching beneath his.

He doesn’t let go of my wrists, his grip iron, holding me open while he drives into me deeper, faster, harder. My legs wrap around his waist, dragging him closer, pulling him deeper, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge until I’m writhing under him.

“Silas—” I choke out, my moan muffled against his mouth as his rhythm turns savage.

“Say it again,” he growls, his lips brushing mine as he pounds into me.

“Silas—” My voice cracks, my body convulsing, pleasure snapping through me so violently I scream into his mouth. My walls clench tight around him, dragging him deeper, harder, milking him as my climax rips me apart.

He groans, guttural and raw, his thrusts faltering as his own release slams through him. Heat floods inside me as he spills deep, his body shuddering, his voice a broken growl against my ear. He doesn’t stop moving until every drop is buried, until I’m shaking beneath him.

When he finally collapses against me, chest heaving, skin slick, we’re both trembling, wrecked. His forehead rests against mine, his weight heavy but grounding.

Pinned beneath him, wrists still trapped in his grip, I can only gasp for air, my body aching, sated, ruined.

And I don’t want him to let go.

We stay locked together longer than we should, his weight pinning me down, his cock still pulsing inside me. My wrists ache from the grip he hasn’t released, but I don’t tell him to let go. I like it. I like the bruises he’ll leave there. Proof of how far I pushed him. Proof of how far he let himself go.

When he finally eases off me, he doesn’t move far. Just enough to slip out, his body collapsing beside mine. I roll to my side, legs weak, chest still shuddering as I try to pull the sheet up. He stops me with one hand, dragging me against him, his face pressed into my hair.

We don’t talk. There’s nothing to say that wouldn’t ruin it. Just his pulse still hammering against my cheek, and mine trying to match it.