Page 118 of The Oath We Give

I bounce against the mattress as he lets me go, nervously scooting toward the headboard as he moves toward me like a predator ready to consume its favorite prey.

The two of us collide. We give in, letting our bodies have what they so desperately want. I give in to that craving for him, the one I tried to ignore for so long.

My hand grabs at the back of his neck when he crawls between my legs, pressing our lips back together, like I can’t stand for them to be apart. Two colliding stars that waited centuries to touch, refusing to be separated.

Silas moans into my mouth when I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, tugging on it playfully. My hands roam his shoulders, palms sliding to his chest, where I grab both sides of his dress shirt, ripping it apart. Buttons clatter against the wood floors, but I can’t be bothered.

“I liked that shirt,” he mutters against my lips, tilting my head back to dip his tongue across my jaw and pressing open-mouthed kisses along my skin.

“I liked my white T-shirt you ripped the other night.” I gasp as he bites at the column of my throat, ravenous teeth scratching my skin. “We’re even.”

I reach for his cock, needing him to relieve the ache between my thighs, but he swats my hand away.

“You’re not ready for me yet. Gotta fuck you with my mouth first, baby. I have to get this tight pussy loosened up, or I’m not gonna fit.” He grunts, settling his upper body between my spread legs.

My stomach tightens, coiling inside, thinking about him stretching me open. His fingertips slowly trace up my thighs, gathering the edge of my panties and pulling them down my legs to expose my bare pussy.

He looses a groan at the sight, pressing a hungry kiss to the inside of my thigh as he settles his upper body between my legs. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

I use my nails to scratch his scalp, raking over the closely trimmed hair, making him hum as he pushes into my touch.

“Love when you do that.”

I’m so horny that I can’t compute thoughts that aren’t directly linked to my pussy, but I try to make a mental note of that for later.I flush under his praise, my hips jerking upward as he blows a stream of air toward my soaked core.

Silas searches the inside of my thighs, running his palms up and down the skin, fingertips getting dangerously close to my center but stopping short of where I need him most and pulling back to my knees.

“Silas,” I beg, twitching beneath him, everything fucking aching. “Please.”

“Ah, come on, Hex. You can do better than that.” His voice rubs against my skin, thumb skimming my clit. “Beg me.”

“Everything aches. Make it feel better, Silas, please.”

His response is to press his thumb harder, drawing small circles, making me spread my legs wider for him, letting him in. I moan deep in the back of my throat when I feel two fingers slide inside of me, stretching me open with no warning.

“Oh, fuck—”

“That’s not even half of me, baby,” he mutters with a sinister laugh, like he’s looking forward to feeling how tight the fit will be. I’m surprised how well my pussy parts for him, letting his fingers inside my tight opening.

Silas’s mouth replaces his thumb, hot tongue swirling that sensitive bundle of nerves, toying with it like he already knows exactly what I need to get me there. This man has a wicked mouth; every swipe and lap touches the right spot, making me arch off the bed.

I press my hips to his face, meeting every thrust of his fingers as he pumps them in and out of me. My hands claw at his shoulder, needing something to ground me before I levitate from this damn mattress.

When the tips of his fingers rub against that soft spot inside of me, I throw my head into the pillow. Overstimulating sensations cascade over me, that tightly wound band inside my stomach squeezing.My hips roll down onto the delicious circles he rubs around my clit, forcing his fingers deeper every time.

The moans spilling from me feel involuntary, drawn from my throat like they were made just for Silas. Like they’d been waiting just for him. Only for his ears.

“You’re so close, baby. Go on, be good and come for me.” He buries his face between my thighs, the vibrations from his voice massaging my cunt. “God, I can’t wait to feel you strangle my cock like this.”

The lewd noises his mouth and fingers make between my legs are driving me out of my mind. His tongue laps up every ounce of wetness from my pussy as he fucks me with his fingers with measured strokes. I’m right on the edge, and when his teeth skim my clit, just enough pain to pair with pleasure, I shatter.

My muscles bunch, eyes snapping shut, before releasing as I come with a pitchy moan, nails buried into the flesh of his back. Self-satisfaction burns through me, knowing he’ll leave this bedroom marked by me.

I snap my eyes down to him, watching him continue to plunge both fingers into my tight walls, hitting the same spot repeatedly, refusing to stop, refusing to let me fall from the high of my orgasm.

“Come again. I know you want to. You can do it, little one,” he says between kisses against my pussy, dark eyes flitting up to gaze at me, half-lidded and smokey.

I didn’t believe his words. Didn’t believe I could come consecutively like that, but when a third finger pushes into my already stuffed hole, I nearly go blind with white-hot rapture. That same formidable feeling unfurls in my stomach so much faster than I ever expected it to, and I have no time to warn him before my core is convulsing, thighs tightening around his head as my hips buck up into his mouth.