Page 138 of The Oath We Give

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” I murmur, at the sensation of his finger moving circles around the sensitive bud while his cock impales me. Stretching and massaging my inner walls, those piercings along his shaft rubbing against me.

My walls tighten around him, making him groan into my body, forcing him to move with urgency. Like all he can think about is making me come.

“So fucking tight. So fucking good.” He whispers against my sweat skin, my climax fast approaching.

Silas was filling me up perfectly, every stroke hitting exactly where I craved him. His hands gripped me so tightly, burning bruises into my flesh, marking me beneath the skin. Using my body as an outlet for his sexual desires.

The knot in my stomach tightens, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

“Come for me, baby. Milk my fucking cock.”

I met his hips once, twice, all of my nerves wound up before snapping. Another orgasm smashes through me, drenching his length in my wetness as he continues to fuck me. My inner walls clenched around him, giving him what he needs to reach his own high.

“That’s it. That’s it. Gonna, fill this cunt up.” He grunts in my ear, pumping into me until he moans against my skin, fucking his come into my body. Draining both of us before he slows, eventually coming to a stop.

We stay there, wrapped around one another on the canvas. Sweat coating our skin as we listen to each other’s breathing. My body still shaking from the force of my orgasm.

“So pretty when you come for me, Hex.”

Silas pushes my hair out of my face, painting my forehead with paint by accident as he smiles at me. Teeth and all, giving me my favorite gift.

His happiness.

“If you don’t believe in the curse, why call me hex?” I breathe, dropping my forehead to his, my limbs feeling weak.

I feel his fingers at the back of my neck, rubbing softly. “Hexadecimal.”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t mean cursed, baby. It’s short for hexadecimal.” He mumbles, rubbing his nose against mine. “From the moment I saw you leaving that fucking hell house, there was the secret connection between us. I understood you, saw your pain, and wanted to take it away. Like I knew what you needed before you asked. I’m not calling you cursed, I’m saying you’re a special language only I can decode.”

Tears burn the corner of my eyes, slipping down my cheeks silently.

Knowing that there is no one who understands what I need more than him. In a moment of chaos, he knew how to help me find peace. How he has never once made me feel damaged or broken.

He has always seen me as just Coraline, and that’s always been enough for him.

My heart cracks. What’s left of it shatters.

I love this man. I love him and that scares me. I love him and it’s the only reason I know I have to leave him.

Silas leaves me at the apartment after we clean ourselves up. Honoring the wedding gods by spending the night with the boys tonight, leaving me alone with my sister to prepare for tomorrow.

Leaving me to make a choice, one that I hope he forgives me for someday. When he has some time and space to understand why I did it. That I didn’t make this decision lightly and it was for him. For the people he loves.

I couldn’t put him and those people at risk. Not for me. I wasn’t worth that. No matter how much Silas tried to convince me otherwise.

As the night falls and my sister drifts to sleep. I sit alone in the apartment, listening to the dial tone of a phone number I never wanted to call.

“There you are, Circe. I’ve been waiting for you.”

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