Page 50 of The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles #2)

Chapter Fifty

SILAS

I felt like I was dreaming. For so long, this was all I wanted. The dreadful months around her when I couldn’t touch her, kiss her, taste her.

I didn’t know how long we were lost in that kiss. Everything faded away at the feel of her hands running through my hair, her tongue brushing against mine. I gripped her waist and pulled her against me.

I could not get her close enough, not even as my tongue explored her mouth, not even as I broke away and trailed my kisses along her jawline, along her neck.

The taste of her skin was a reminder that I had truly been starving all these years. Her breathy moans had my length straining against my pants.

I sucked on her skin, and her breathing hitched, her grasp on my hair tightening. I found my way to her mouth once more .

When I finally broke away, her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed, and her nipples hardened to peaks under her blue silk robe.

I kissed her again, softly this time. “Do you know how badly I have craved you?” I rasped over her lips. “How fucking difficult it has been, enduring your touch, your forgiving words…and now tasting these pillow-soft lips.…” I pulled away, and my eyelids became heavy at the sight of those lips wet and swollen from our kiss. My eyes didn’t falter from hers as I exhaled, “It has been nothing but torture being in your presence and being unable to have you.”

She was breathing fast. “Silas,” she began, her thumb sliding along my cheekbone. Along my scar.

I captured her lips once more, and damn me, but my hand cupped her heavy breast. Gods, they were easily three handfuls each.

I had to stop…needed to stop. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

My heart was beating so rapidly that I wouldn't be surprised if Lena could hear it. My voice was near guttural when I said, “Remove your robe.”

Lena obeyed swiftly, our mouths mere inches from each other as she untied the pale blue material and slid the silk off of her shoulders, it puddling to the floor.

My eyes flared, and my heart surely skipped a few beats as my stare trailed over her smooth, fair skin. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and her skin pebbled as I ran my fingertips along her side, her eyes fluttering closed.

“So damn beautiful,” I whispered, and she bit down on her lip, her half-lidded eyes rising to meet mine. My left hand joined my other, sliding down her sides to grip her hips. My gaze flitted between her legs, my mouth watering at the sight .

Fuck. I shouldn't be doing this.

“I want to see you,” she whispered.

The sound of her aroused voice eliminated any rational thought. I brought my hands up and began to unbutton my black shirt. The sleeves were cropped midway to my elbow and showcased the tattoos covering my forearms already, but her breathing staggered when I dropped my hands, and my shirt parted to reveal my torso. I knew I was significantly more built than when we were teens—more defined. And just like the rest of me, my chest and stomach were inked.

“I need you to listen to me,” I said, my breathing hastening as I roughly gripped her wrists. “You are not to try and remove my shirt. You are not to touch my back skin to skin. Do you understand?”

Her eyebrows furrowed at the request, her lips parting briefly before she closed them and nodded. “Am I allowed to touch your chest?” she asked softly.

I tucked a piece of her copper hair behind her pointed ear. “Yes.”

She stepped forward and extended a hand carefully, brushing her fingertips along my pecks, along the tattoo I got for her.

She glanced up to find me studying her, and she trailed her right hand back up to my face, holding me in an embrace as her other hand rested on the dagger piercing the rose.

I missed you so much, Lena.

I wanted to say it, but the words wouldn't come out. I pressed my lips against hers once more, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her until her breasts were squished against my chest. Her neck was angled all the way up as I was nearly a foot taller than her .

I pulled away, and a smug smile took hold of my face as I began to circle around her.

Her breathing quickened.

I stopped behind her, my hands finding her hips once more. I bent down, and my breath against her ear caused her to shudder as I asked, “Does your pussy still weep for me, Lena?”

She gasped softly as my hand trailed down, dipping under the fabric of her panties. My fingers slid through the slickness of her with ease.

I cursed softly, then began skillfully circling my fingers over her clit. Lena’s eyes closed, and her head fell back to rest against my chest, another faint moan slipping free of her.

I let out a breathy laugh. “It does.” I quickened my tempo, and she bucked against me.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

I smiled against her ear, closing my eyes and breathing in her scent. Eucalyptus and spearmint. She always smelled so good.

My lips trailed down to her neck, where I quickly sucked in her skin and bit her.

“Silas!” she squealed, and my tongue moved against the small hurt, the combination of pain and pleasure causing her to shudder.

She moaned, her hand reaching back to feel the hardened length inside my pants. I grunted against the skin on her neck, and she slid her hand up and down.

I cursed again, pulling away and twirling her around to face me. I released her hair from her hair tie, her orange curls falling down her back.

She was stunned as my hand clasped around her neck. My jaw was clenched, my lids heavy as I moved us forward and roughly pushed her against the bed, releasing her neck from my grip. She gasped for air as she hit the soft mattress.

I fell to my knees, prying her thighs apart with no objection, and weaved my arms under her knees. I jerked her toward me and began kissing the sides of her thighs. Slowly. Methodically. When I reached her sex, I gave a light kiss right on top of her undergarments. I knew my breath was hot against her, and I offered her a cruel, teasing smirk before continuing to kiss over the lacy material.

“Silas,” she breathed as she propped herself up on her elbows, her shiny copper hair falling well past her breasts. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“I would enjoy it,” I admitted, my lips hovering just above her pussy. “But no, my Flower. You never need to beg for this.” I slowly slid her underwear off before discarding them on the floor. I loomed over her for a moment, blowing my hot breath over her sensitive privates, and right before she began to protest, my tongue darted out and began lapping at her clit. Her hand shot up over her mouth, muffling her cry.

It had been over half a decade since I tasted her pussy. And while I knew I made her feel good before, I also knew it was evident my sexual skillset had improved. I sure as hell would hope it had, considering how many women I had gone down on since then.

“Scream for me, Lena. I want to hear you come,” I mumbled over her clit, and as she lowered her hand, I continued my assault. Her head fell back, and desperate moans escaped her.

My tongue continued to lick up and down, and she met my movements with her own, smothering me with her pussy.

Fuck yes …

She ran her hand through my hair and gripped it, and I grunted against her. I always loved it when she pulled my hair.

"Yes, that's it," I roused. "Grind on my face."

I moved my tongue all around her now, dipping my tongue into her entrance before sliding it back up and then sucking each of her lips into my mouth. Lena rotated her hips, her forbidden sweetness gliding across my lips, across my nose. I inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her heavenly scent.

“Fuck. Silas, please don’t stop,” she begged, her face flushed as she watched me.

To that, I placed my lips around her clit and sucked, causing her to curse and cry out my name.

My name on her lips…that will be my undoing.

I resisted the urge to grab my aching cock. “You taste even lovelier than I remember, Flower.” I groaned, and her left hand joined the other in gripping my raven locks. I could tell she was enjoying the roughness of my facial hair as it slid against her. “So sweet. Your pussy was made for my tongue.”

I closed my mouth around her clit again, sucking it in and lashing my tongue rapidly against it before two of my fingers then pushed their way inside. She cursed loudly at the fullness, and I smiled against her.