Page 119 of The Oath We Give

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry because he still won’t stop, even though I’m quivering in his arms with my second climax. “Silas, stop, oh my God, please!”

He seems unbothered, simply pinning my hips to the bed with his arm. Shaking his head back and forth beneath my thighs, he delves that tongue up and down my tender cunt, leaving me no choice but to lie there and take it, twitching.

In the back of my mind, that safe word,red, floats around in my brain, but I can’t seem to bring myself to use it. Because I don’t think I really want him to stop. My body wants more, regardless of how overstimulated I am. With one more suck to my clit, he has mercy on my soul and releases me. A reflective wetness coats his jaw and mouth. My limbs feel like goo, melted and useless as I try to sink further into the bed.

Hazy, dark eyes drink up my body, splayed out just for him, completely unwound and at his mercy.

“Look at the mess you made.” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue before showing me how soaked his fingers are. He smirks, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, crooking a single finger at me. “Come clean me up with that witchy mouth.”

With what little core strength I have left, I push myself up from the mattress, my arms shaking with the aftershock of pleasure. I ignore my lethargic limbs, desperate to be good for him.

In this moment where I can’t think of anything, where I am only an exposed nerve, feeling everything, I want to be everything he needs. What he craves.

I use the top of his shoulders to keep me upright, my soaking wet center meeting the base of his shaft as I wiggle closer. The heat of our bodies pressed together makes a tremor pass through me.

My mouth meets his, the taste of my cum tart, an addictive flavor that I drink down. Rolling my tongue, flicking the roof of his mouth, I suck it clean before pulling away to move to his jaw.

I clean up the mess I left on his face, tongue swirling against his skin, picking up the remnants of my orgasm. His hands squeeze my hips, rocking his lower half into mine, letting me feel his hard cock pressed against my soft folds.

The rough moans in my ear spur me to lift my hips to meet his slow grinding, tightening my grip on his back. His back muscles are firm and taut to the touch, like steel cables wound under his flesh. Every inch of him is smooth and sleek, each muscle perfectly defined.

When the grinding becomes too much, I press a kiss just below his ear. “I need you, please.”

There is only a small pause before he gathers me in his arms, laying me back on the bed. His large body looms over mine, and for a moment, I can feel his heart beating my chest.

It’s intense, the most intimate moment anyone can ever experience, to feel another’s heart against your own.

This is just sex. This is just sex. This is—

Silas’s hands run up my stomach, cupping my heavy breasts in his palms. Flicking his fingers across the metal piercing my erect nipples, he toys with the black hearts on either side of my nipple, a spur-of-the-moment decision while I was rolling on Ecstasy at Vervain that I’m glad for in this moment.

“These are fucking delicious,” he mutters before attacking them with his warm mouth. “I’m going to shove my dick between these soft tits and fuck them until I come all over your pretty face. But not tonight.”

I arch into his touch, my head feeling light and body begging to be played by his fingers.He takes his time assaulting my chest, peppering kisses across my chest before he leans back on his knees, shucking off his shirt and tossing it on the floor.

His toned stomach flexes as he wraps a large hand around the base of his cock. Several inches are left exposed from the fist he makes, leaving my mouth watering as he pumps himself a few times before guiding the tip to my wet core.

“Tonight, I’m gonna come right here, right in this tight cunt. Pump you full and leave you leaking.”

“I’m on the shot,” I moan, furrowing my eyebrows as I peer down at him, watching as he drags his dick up and down the lips of my pussy. “I’m clean. Are—”

“You think I would come this close to fucking you raw if I wasn’t clean?” His eyes soften as he tilts his head. “You’re safe with me.”

Everything was so intense earlier, overruled with desire, and now it’s not. Lust still fizzles in me, but now it doesn’t just feel like sex, because my chest is tightening.

Emotions roll through me, overflowing.

When the tip of his cock starts spreading my opening, I panic. I feel like I’m too far deep with him.I can want him physically.But I cannot have him emotionally.

I can’t do this to him.

I press my hand to his lower stomach, halting his motion, peering up at him through damp lashes. “I’m going to break your heart.”

He stills, jaw twitching. “You’re going to let me into yours.”

Too late, I think just before his words and body rob me of air. His hips press forward, pushing through my snug inner walls, slowly spreading me open, forcing my pussy to accommodate his length.

“Holy shit.” I groan, wiggling my hips. “Fuck, I’m so full.”