Page 117 of The Oath We Give

With my mouth already parted, I open a little wider, looking up at him as I stick my tongue out.Silas bends at the waist, grabbing my face in one hand roughly before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

A paradox of actions. The calm before the storm.

“I want you to wet my cock with your mouth, get me nice and ready for your pussy, Hex. I can’t fuck your face the way I want to with my piercings in.” His breath is warm against my skin, thumb lightly caressing the curve of my jaw. “Wouldn’t wanna shatter those pretty teeth.”

His grip on my face tightens before he spits onto my tongue, forcing me to shut my mouth around it, forcing me to swallow it down. Whiskey and heat. The familiar taste of him fills my throat, a moan rumbling from my lips.

I could drown in him. The intoxicating bourbon and smoke on his breath. My mouth stays open when he removes his hand, guiding the tip of his cock to my waiting lips.

My body stays perfectly still as he draws across my cupid’s bow, leaving them glistening with precum. Unable to help myself, I flick my tongue, tasting him, craving more as I suck the head into my mouth.

His head falls back, a tortured groan tearing from his chest as my wet tongue works. I bob my head gently, only taking a few careful inches of the metal barbells near the middle of his shaft.

I clench my inner thighs together, trying to create friction for my throbbing clit, needing his touch but needing his sounds of pleasure more.

My mouth worships him, eliciting heady moans from his throat. Fingers snake into my hair, gathering strands in his grip and holding me there. I lap at the underside of his shaft, trailing a flattened tongue down the sides, using my spit to cover every inch.

“That’a girl,” he growls just as I play with the piercings on the top, circling them before sucking his tip back into my mouth. Every second I’m on my knees makes me want him more.

I want to make him feel good. To make up for all the good he’s done for me. Every moment he’s caught me while I was crumbling, carefully guiding me back together.

I want my body to be his comfort, like his voice is mine.

The grip on my scalp tightens as he gives a few shallow pumps into my mouth, just enough to tease himself. I don’t stop moving my tongue until his cock drips with my saliva, glistening in the dim lighting.Wetness pools between my thighs when he pulls back, the need for him raging through me like a wildfire.

Destroying. Burning. Scorching everything that existed before him.

It takes over every fiber of my being. My entire chemical makeup is desperate to melt and separate until it can come back together to be everything he wants.

Silas makes me want to break apart and forget everything I was before him, only to piece myself back together into the perfect fit for him. Not this cursed, damned version of myself.

I want to be someone who deserves him.

His praise.

The hand in my hair jerks me back with a snap, and a low whine leaves my mouth as my gaze is forced up.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, Hex? Let me use your holes until they are leaking my cum?” he grunts, eyes intense and unyielding. “Be sure about your answer because I’m not just gonna fuck you. I’ll ruin you. Your body isn’t yours—it’s mine. It’s my temple to worship and mine to fucking destroy.”

My heart soars.His temple.

Being turned into but a hole for his pleasure is demeaning. It should offend me. It should piss me off being stripped of my humanity, but it’s everything I want from a man I trust.

Everything I crave from a man that I want.

To remove the thoughts, remove all the memories, and justfeel.

I try to nod my head, but his grip won’t let me.

“Words, baby. I need the words.”

“Yes, Silas. I’ll be a good girl,” I mutter, licking my swollen lips.

Hunger, pure, raw hunger, swirls in his dark eyes.

Using the makeshift handle on my hair as leverage, he pulls me up from my knees, making me gasp before his mouth is there to drink it down. He devours me, arm snaking around my waist and lifting me off the ground.

My legs instinctively wrap around him, his toned stomach rubbing against my pussy making me moan into his mouth. Our tongues swirl and trace one another while he moves us toward the bed, holding me up with only one arm the entire way.