Page 33 of Little Wing (Shades of Fairhaven #1)

A s I gripped Silas’s wrist, I watched him ease back to stand before me.

We couldn’t see each other clearly, but I could smell him.

His scent, his desire—still so inviting.

But what I wanted to happen next would be something I hadn’t done in a very long time.

Yes, I slept with humans before, but it was never like this. Never this intimate.

“Can we please leave them off for now?” I whispered, my voice fighting not to break. “I want to make you feel just as good as you made me feel back there. Because this is—”

“I understand.”

Even though he could not see me clearly, I looked up at him, startled at the understanding laced in his words. He could have pried. He could have left and called me a prude or something. But Silas just stood before me with his hand over mine.

“If you don’t want to do this right now, I wouldn’t be mad. We’re communicating here, right?” He reached out cautiously to cup my chin in his hand. “None of this is happening unless both of us want it.”

“I was so afraid to see you today without my makeup.”

He sighed and moved his hand from under my chin to my cheek, the tender gesture beckoning a quiet whimper from me. “You’re beautiful.”

“It’s been a very long time since anyone has seen me like this.

” I took a moment to exhale softly. My body was shaking perhaps in anticipation and maybe a bit of fear.

What we were about to do was beyond anything I ever expected when I first saw him.

And now? My heart yearned to be in his possession, even as my brain argued against it.

“We can take our time,” Silas assured me, his thumb continuing to stroke my face delicately. The soothing rhythm of it tempted me to just let go, to give into him completely.

“The makeup is one thing, but…” I bit down on my lip as I watched him, surveying his body language as best as I could with the lack of light.

Even without the light, I could feel his eyes on me.

I had all of his attention. “I want you to see all of me, Silas, and you will, but for now can you feel me?” I asked, guiding one of his hands to my breast. Even with the thin fabric between us, my skin erupted in goosebumps in response to his touch.

I wondered if he could feel my heart beating against his hand. Could he feel how much I wanted this with him?

“Okay,” I muttered, convincing myself to step back and out of his grasp.

I reached behind my neck to undo the clasp on my dress and lower the zipper that kept it fitted to my body.

With one last tug, I pulled the straps down and allowed for the dress to pool at my feet.

I stood still and waited until I felt his shuddering breath hit my collarbone.

Then, he moved. The rustling of pants and other clothing remained the only sound between us.

I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. This man just devoured me like I was a Michelin star meal on my kitchen counter, damn it!

I had to pull it together if I was going to do this.

I wanted this. I wanted this moment, this feeling, this release with him more than anything I ever wanted since moving to Fairhaven.

When the rustling stopped, I knew there was nothing between us. No article of clothing. No makeup. Just bare skin and the gentle sound of music coming from the other side of the room.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

My breath caught when I finally felt Silas stir.

His breath against my naked skin was deep and chilling even as he closed his hands around my wrists.

His touch was gentle, migrating up my arms and to my shoulders.

I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be touched that way.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Silas didn’t move to devour me. The first touch of his lips against mine had my body relaxing into the sensation of not only longing but safety.

I felt safe with him. A feeling I didn’t think I’d recognize anymore in the touch of another.

When he sensed my permission, our hunger grew steadily together till I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself flush against him.

Skin against skin, Silas allowed his hands to roam around my body, stopping only for a second when he felt the raised scars on my back.

Instead of stopping, he continued running gentle caresses over them as our kisses intensified.

I parted my lips in invitation for his tongue to join mine in deepening what was brewing between us.

When I finally let out a moan, I moved one arm from around his neck to rub down his chest. I felt the outline of his pecs and the coarse hair on his chest that guided me down his torso to the defined V at his hips. The pleased groan from Silas’s mouth against mine had me smiling against his lips.

“Oh, fuck,” he cursed and chuckled quietly .

My hand gently grasped his hard length that twitched at first contact.

Oh.. Oh my. He was big. I loved the way he felt in my hand.

I loved the way he groaned as I moved along his shaft.

His soft sounds fed my desire when I swirled my thumb around the beaded moisture at the tip.

I felt him thrust slowly into my grip and another moan left his mouth, a sound that was so sweet that I wanted to hear it on repeat.

He tangled his hand in my hair and planted his lips firmly back on mine.

This time, the way he moved was claiming.

He devoured me, pulling me deeper into the moment that I was needing to get lost in.

I pulled away, already missing the way he tasted, but I wanted more. I wanted more than just standing beside my bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked, slowly moving his hands out of my hair and over my breasts. Soft deliberate caresses over my pebbled flesh made it incredibly difficult to concentrate on my racing thoughts.

All I knew was that I needed him. I needed him in a way that went beyond soft kisses. I needed him inside me.

“Can we lay down now?” I asked, breathlessly. Silas wasted no time in moving his hands to my hips to usher me onto the bed.

No one else had previously occupied my bed, but tonight, I welcomed Silas with the intention of letting him have all of me.

As I lay sprawled on the bed, I spread my arms out and exhaled softly before reaching to tug on the chain of the lamp on my nightstand. Even as I trembled, I gave it one quick tug and allowed the soft warm glow of the bulb to illuminate both our bodies in intimate shadows.

I finally saw Silas’s bronze skin showered in warm light.

His muscles were toned and guided my eyes straight to his erection.

Feeling him in the dark was one thing, but seeing him casted in the glow?

I didn’t know how much more of his gentle touches and teasing I could take.

He was beautiful. I was already wet anticipating what he would feel like inside me, stretching me to take every delicious inch of him .

I watched his throat bob as he swallowed and ran his hand down his face. “Fucking Christ, Lotus.”

I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, a wave of shame suddenly overcoming me until Silas moved closer, his body hovering over mine.

“Oh, you beautiful creature, my beautiful shadow—you never have to hide from me.” His hand caressed my cheek before he planted soft kisses along my collarbone and up my jaw to the spot on my cheek that he cradled. “I cannot tell you how many times I’ve imagined this moment.”

Disbelief replaced the shame I feared would bring our pleasure to a halt, so I moved my arms away slowly.

When I did, Silas groaned against my skin and brought his hands to my breasts until he lowered his lips to my peaked nipple.

He licked and sucked on one before moving to the other.

He was noisy as he tasted me, savoring my body like a dessert.

I melted beneath his touch that made me feel so incredibly adored.

He touched me like I wasn’t used and discarded.

Whenever he pulled away to look at me, his silver eyes glistened, like he couldn’t believe that we were doing this.

I couldn’t believe it either, because I too pictured this moment almost every day since that first time he kissed me.

“Silas…” I sighed, his name dripping off my tongue like honey.

“I really want to fuck you,” Silas said suddenly as he pulled away only to press his forehead against mine. His voice was strained, like he was doing his best to hold back. “Do you want me to use anything? I’ve been tested and I'm clear.”

I shook my head and looped my arms under his to pull him closer. “I’m clear, too.”

His lips twitched and despite that being crossed off, he slowly nudged my legs apart so he could settle himself between them comfortably.

“Tell me—tell me you want this, too.”

I nodded.

“Words, Lotus. Please I need to hear you say it, because I’ve been trying to control myself all night.”

Before Silas could say anything else, he hissed when I moved my hand between us and gripped his cock, nudging my sex with his own.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment you kissed me the first time.

And every moment since—Silas, I—” The words hung at the tip of my tongue, words I never pictured myself saying because for the longest time the only sentiment I felt around sex was only shame.

Not pleasure or joy. But with Silas, it felt like it could finally be different.

“I want you to fuck me,” I uttered. “Please.”

Silas observed me, his eyes full of admiration as they moved from one part of my body to another before settling back on my face.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he spread my legs further apart to bare my slick sex to him.

He lowered his hand to trace my wet lips before inserting a finger, then two, that he pumped in and out slowly.

When he withdrew his fingers covered with the sheen of my arousal, he grinned and stuck them in his mouth.

I watched in awe as he licked his fingers clean only to run his tongue over his bottom lip, like he was hungry for more.

“Silas, please,” I whined, unable to keep my body from writhing for more of him.

Responding to my needy pleas, Silas finally guided his cock to rub against my core.

When he finally pushed inside me, I gripped my sheets tightly, taking more of him in with every slow and sensual thrust. I felt myself stretching around him.

I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt to be so full of him.

I praised him with soft kisses against his forearm in words I never thought I’d give a voice to.

Once he settled inside me, I bit down on my lip and looked up at him.

Even from this angle he looked stunning. And they thought I bewitched him ?

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathed and looked down before pulling out slowly only to push back in. “Are you okay?”

I was more than okay. When he stopped moving inside me, I tugged on his arm to touch me, kiss me, whatever he could do to be closer to me.

Silas positioned himself as close as he could be, our chests brushing together as his hips thrust into me with increased speed.

I couldn’t keep my moans quiet, not as he was burying himself in me, hitting all the right places that were already having me clench around his cock.

Silas captured my mouth again, devouring my moans as I trailed my nails down his back.

I didn’t have time to worry about the marks I was leaving on him, like he was mine for the taking.

I wished that could be. I wished that everything before Fairhaven could be erased, so all that existed was this moment, this peace, this unbelievable pleasure.

“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? All this time, you needed me to fuck you the way you deserve,” he growled against the shell of my ear.

“Y-yes,” I whined, because it was the only truth I wanted cemented into my existence. I wanted everything to have been worth this feeling of being so incredibly full of him and his tenderness.

As our bodies moved, meeting each other thrust for thrust—we were nothing more than skin and noise, and sweat, pulling each other closer and closer as if wanting to no longer be two separate bodies, but one chasing pleasure.

“Silas!” I moaned nosily, like I had absolutely no concern what my neighbors would think. I said his name over and over, my voice growing thin and needy—I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to be without this .

Silas panted, adjusting himself between my legs before bringing my wrist to his lips.

With his chest heaving, he dragged his fangs over my scar.

It was such a simple motion. The sensation was one I was used to, but with someone vile at the opposite end.

Somehow seeing him do this to me, I didn’t think I’d even mind.

I’d spill my blood into his mouth and come while he’d drink me.

The thoughts surged and melted when he pressed his thumb against my clit—still while he continued to thrust his hips slowly and deeply.

I didn’t know how much more I could take, how much more pleasure my body could withstand before exploding around him.

“S-S-Silas. Oh… oh gods!” I managed, but my words were stuttered and thin and it only made him drive harder into me, slamming his cock in and out of my pussy till I dragged him back against my slick skin.

“Say my name, Lotus,” he growled and lifted my hands above my head while he grazed his fangs once again against my skin, only this time it was over my neck.

“Silas,” I moaned, his name heavy on my tongue.

My imagination drove me wild, picturing him taking me and drinking me and ooh—my gods!

I arched into him, feeling the intensity of release just as Silas pounded relentlessly into me, chasing his own.

Even after he came, he continued to move slowly, mixing his orgasm with mine.

It was sloppy and wet and so fucking real.

And suddenly it occurred to me that I came undone with the image of Silas claiming me.

Whether or not he noticed that, I didn’t know.

I doubted I would ever have the courage to ask, but this was… .

“Fucking amazing,” Silas finally spoke, rolling onto his back.