Page 92 of Tempted By Blood
“No, I’m not. And I won’t be until your cock is inside me. I don’t care where, just make it happen.”
It was his turn to slam the bottle of beer on the table, tongue running sensuously across his bottom lip as he pinned me with a predatory gaze. “Crawl.”
It took a few moments for the word to register. “What?”
“Crawl. To. Me.”
With a quick sweeping motion, I swiped at the pizza and drinks, the contents clattering to the floor, and climbed onto the table.
“Crawl to you? I’ll get on my knees for you any day.”
I stalked forward on all fours, our eyes locked, as the air around us seemed to ignite.
“Fuck, baby…”
My fingers curled around the table's edge, and I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his before he pulled me in for a kiss. Melting against his mouth, the taste of him, the aggressive way he ravaged me, wrecked every inch of my underwear.
I rested my forehead on his when oxygen became a necessity. Both panting, we smiled.
“I love you,” he said, hand tightening at my nape.
“I love you.”
The words on my tongue were new; the first time happened about six months ago, after my last day at work and a particularly draining therapy session. He was there for me, always, as I was for him. The love and passion between us were undeniable…but also completely exceptional.
“I want to see how pretty you bleed,” I whispered into his ear, sharp steel to the throat. They were words he’d said to me once.
“Woman, I fucking love you.” Silas put pressure on the blade and didn’t so much as flinch when it pierced his skin.
I reached out, fingers to the beads of blood on his neck, and smeared them when I pulled him in for another heated kiss.
“As much as I want to sink into this sweet cunt of yours, I haven’t had dessert.”
Without warning, he swept my knees forward so fast I landed on my ass, legs on either side of him. Bunching up my skirt, he ripped my thong at the crotch. “Lie back.”
“Right down to it, huh?”
Silas said nothing and simply hauled me forward, tongue on my clit, before I could utter another word. My fingers tangled in his hair, the other hand in a fist, banging on the table as he rendered me speechless.
He lifted his gaze, looking up at me from between quivering thighs, and chuckled. “You look so beautiful when I’m eating your pussy, love.” His breath against me and the two fingers hooking inside had my back arching off the table, his name in staggered moans on repeat. “More,” he growled, pushing to his feet and working the buckle on his pants.
I started to protest when he grabbed my hips and flipped me, bending me over the table.
“I’m going to kill you.”
Leaning over my back, he kissed up the tattoo and whispered, “You know exactly what I love to hear.”
Silas’s words crooned into my ear and set me on fire.
I pushed my ass back, needing to get fucked before I cut him some more. “Silas, if you don’t…”
His cock spread me open so deliciously as he reached around my pelvis and thrummed my clit. My mouth parted against the surface of the table with every agonizing thrust. The moment his hand left my pussy and wrapped tight around my throat, I knew I was gone. The climax barreled into me, causing spots to form behind my eyelids as I cried out and my legs weakened.
The closer Silas got to his own release, the tighter he squeezed my neck until I knew I was seconds from passing out. The euphoria of it all was unrivaled.
He bucked hard, the table shifting forward until he had nothing to give. Crumpling over my back, he kissed my dampened skin and pulled me close.
“I love you.”
“Me too, but you’re fucking heavy.”
Our laughter shook the already compromised table, so he pulled me toward him, and I turned in his arms. “Let’s save a little water.”
He slid his hands down my hips and under my ass, hoisting me onto his waist as he moved through the dining room. “Absolutely.”
My eyes caught sight of Kai’s black envelope. “Silas, wait. The letter.”
I broke the seal, revealing a beautiful laser-cut invitation with gold foiling.