Page 44 of Little Wing (Shades of Fairhaven #1)

S ilas rocked us back and forth on the couch as he pressed his lips against the side of my head.

The room felt small in the aftermath of my confession.

I had nothing else to hide from him. Everything that I needed him to know spilled from me with the intensity of a cracked dam, and yet he was still there, holding onto me like I would slip away again at any moment.

I had nowhere else I wanted to be than in the comforting embrace of the man I loved.

At last, when he pulled away to look at me, I brought my hands to his face and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.

I put myself at his mercy by coming to his home and though fire kindled between us as he returned my kiss, I forced myself to peel away.

“I…” I uttered, my breathing ragged and itching for the next touch. “I hated not telling you everything about myself.”

Silas nodded and tucked his hand under my chin, guiding my face back to his. Rather than kissing me, his calloused fingers traced along my bottom lip. His lips turned upward, but still, he did not speak.

“I have nothing else to hide from you,” I whispered against his skin before pursing my lips to kiss his finger. “If you still want me the same way, I am yours. ”

Silas watched me for a moment as the weight of my offering registered. I wanted to share everything with him. I wanted to stop thinking and filtering and censoring my responses when my heart cried out for him. I wanted to speak my mind and share my past without fear or scrutiny.

Even if Luca would come for me and finally destroy me, I would go out having been honest with my family and with the man who proved to me that I was still worth being cared about.

Tears welled in my eyes once more not from sadness, but relief as Silas’s touch remained sweet on my skin.

After everything I already revealed to him, I couldn’t stop my mind from yearning to speak the words that hung on the tip of my tongue.

Words that perhaps I should’ve held back.

But when I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, how could I wait another day, or hour, or even a second.

“I’m in love with you,” I blurted out, my eyes growing wide realizing what I just confessed.

I gasped, relief filling my lungs with air so sweet I couldn’t help looking at him for any hint of a changed expression.

“I love you,” I said again and again, and each time the words left my lips, I felt lighter and happier, because it was the truth.

What a gift it was to be sitting, still embraced, by the man I loved.

All this time Silas remained quiet, allowing me to speak, but as those words left my mouth, he wasted little time closing the distance between us with a searing kiss.

Heat boiled between us as each movement of our lips crescendoed into a longing that had his tongue splitting the seam of my lips.

I welcomed his tongue to tangle with mine as we gripped each other tighter and tighter. I wanted to melt into him.

With a pained groan, Silas pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. As he sighed and worked on slowing down his trembling breaths, his hands never stopped running up and down my body .

“I was so worried I lost you,” he breathed against my skin. A soft kiss was planted against my forehead.

“Silas…”

“When that asshole grabbed you, I felt so fucking helpless.”

I opened my mouth to speak again, but his lips crashed back onto mine with an intensity that swallowed my startled gasp.

“I searched for you.” He kissed me again.

“Called for you, asked your friends about you…” he breathed frantically against my jaw, nipping the skin lightly.

Before anything else could be said, he got up from the couch and brought both his hands into his hair.

He choked back a chuckle and rubbed his short beard gingerly.

“I thought I lost you, Lotus. When Luca showed up, I—”

“Do not say his name,” I hissed, standing up from the couch to close the distance between us again.

“I have lived in my brother’s shadow since we were born.

I was always smaller, weaker—perhaps that was why when he finally broke, I became the easy target for his torment.

I am done being meek and frightened. He has no place here, Silas.

I am here.” The anger that I felt toward my supposed family fought to overshadow the joy I felt in sharing my feelings for the man standing before me with his silver eyes locked in on me.

“You’re here,” he repeated under his breath and nodded slowly.

The sudden realization ignited an energy inside him that made him take my hand in his only to turn me around and pin me against the wall in the hallway.

“You’re here and you didn’t leave me before I could tell you that I’ve fallen so fucking helplessly in love with you.

That I would burn the world down for you if it meant keeping you safe. ”

“Oh, Silas.”

“You have bewitched me with your kindness and your love. And finally having you here, I…” he chuckled wearily.

“I feel as if I’ll wake up with a stake through my heart, because not having you here with me , it will ruin me.

How could I go back to a life where I could never see your smile, hear your laugh, or taste you on my tongue again? ”

Suddenly, there was no need for words. When I looked up at him, Silas leaned down to plant his lips on mine, wasting no time in parting my lips to move his tongue against mine.

Want radiated between us. For immortal creatures, we acted like we didn’t have enough time to savor each kiss and touch.

Perhaps we didn’t, but I chased the thoughts away and focused on the need pooling between my legs, the need that craved his touch.

Silas moved his hands down my sides and down to my ass that he kneaded before lifting me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist so that he could finally move us from the hall and into his bedroom.

When he set me down, I pulled him over to his bed, gently pushing him to sit down on the edge.

“Lo?” he asked with arched brows.

I leaned down to plant a kiss on his head, his forehead, his nose, cheek, jaw, then down to his neck while my hands worked the buttons of his jeans. I could feel his length pressing against the denim, twitching at the gentle grazes of my hand against it.

“Lo…” he exhaled, my name like a prayer on his tongue.

I grinned then as he watched me get down on my knees to pull his cock free from his briefs.

It was already thick and hard with a bead of moisture at its tip that made my mouth water.

Before Silas could say another word, I leaned down to clean it off with my tongue.

The hiss of pleasure urged me forward, licking down his shaft before taking him in my mouth.

Each swirl of my tongue along the slick flesh had me pressing my knees closer to satiate my own arousal.

Just listening to Silas curse under his breath as his fingers twined in my hair could make me come.

His soft breaths quickened as he guided my mouth deeper around his length .

“Fuck, that feels so good, Lotus,” he praised me, giving my hair a quick tug. “You know I’m never letting you go now, right?”

Even with my mouth full of him, I couldn’t hold back a smile. But as his breaths became more labored, he reluctantly pulled me off him.

When I looked up, Silas wasted no time in dragging me on top of him.

His hands worked quickly to pull off my dress, lifting it over my head before tossing it off the bed.

Once he finished stripping me, I helped him with his clothes that soon joined mine on the floor.

Then when we were completely exposed to each other with me straddling him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled our chests flush.

I breathed him in and listened to the sound of his heart thumping rapidly.

It steadied me, grounded me in the moment that we were both here.

We were alive and unwilling to let each other go.

“I missed you,” I murmured, gently pressing open mouth kisses to his shoulder.

“Right back at you, beautiful,” Silas whispered. He rubbed my back, taking great care to caress the raised scars that divulged the secrets and shame of my past.

When I leaned back to look him in the eyes, I saw a fire in them.

It was a steady flame that yearned to warm, not burn.

When we kissed again, it was slow and gentle—a homecoming after I feared I’d never get that chance to feel this again.

As our hands continued their sensual exploration, I arched my back when his fingers found my drenched center.

“Silas,” I whimpered, already desperate for more.

I listened to his pleased groans as he brought his hand up to his face to clean off his fingers by popping them in his mouth. The man looked like had just savored a delicious meal and that was enough to make me gasp .

“You told me you wanted me to have all of you,” he began, his grin becoming more deliciously wicked.

“A week without you put me on the brink of madness, so forgive me for how starved I am for you. I will have you every way that will end in you screaming my name, begging me to never stop filling you completely, till you are dripping with me. Till there is no difference between your scent and mine.”

The promise tightened in my core. Till there was no difference between his scent and mine? To be his so completely would be everything. It would mean erasing the tether of the past. Would he? Could he do that?

Soon his torture ceased and he moved his cock to my entrance, thrusting inside me with a single powerful jerk of his hips.

I took each inch with a noisy moan that forced me to throw my head back.

The time spent away from him, not being fucked by Silas, left my body vibrating with memory.

I spread my legs wider, allowing me the freedom to move and set the pace.

Every roll of my hips pulled a deep moan from my throat. He felt so good—so fucking good. In the time since we started sleeping together, I had only the faintest memory of being taken this way by a man. This inkling of power… I reveled in it. I clung to it.

“Oh, fuck…” Silas grinned, licking my shoulder before letting his fangs graze my skin, the feather-light touch was driving me wild. “I don’t want to come just yet, but I fucking missed you, your body, your delicious cunt…”

My fingers trailed down his back, clutching his sweat-coated skin with a claiming scratch. Each word, thrust, and sound of his breath against my skin brought me higher into the release I had been chasing.

“Silas, Silas, Silas…” I chanted his name even after we moved to the center of the bed where he returned to his place between my legs, pulling every bit of pleasure out of my being .

“I love you,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss me again. His tongue wasted no time in tangling with mine as we swallowed each other’s moans that we couldn’t hold back.

When our bodies did finally disconnect from each other, we remained a mess of tangled limbs, simmering in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I felt him kiss my shoulder lazily while I played with the dark curls over his forehead before closing my eyes.

“I love you,” I mumbled back, allowing the safety of his embrace to lull me into a much-needed rest.