Page 64 of The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles #2)

Chapter Sixty-Four

LENA

S ilas had cried into my chest, and as I ran my hand along his back, the motion eventually soothed him to sleep. I drifted off myself soon after.

I didn't know how long I rested for—time felt strange here. But when I awoke, my eyes found him immediately.

Silas sat before the fireplace with his elbows resting on his knees, the delicate sheet tangled between his thighs as he fixated on Saoirse's doll, holding it in his grasp. The flames before him complimented his honey-colored irises, and I stared at him in awe as I observed them dancing in his eyes’ reflection.

This man, who I loved with my entire heart, had been through so, so much. His skin, which was once unblemished and smooth, had become scarred, burned, calloused, and covered in tattoos. Ever since we found each other again, I couldn’t comprehend why he looked so depleted, how the man who had been all smiles and had teased me non-stop had become cold and closed off.

The rare smiles I had seen had never fully reached his eyes, but as he turned his head to me, catching that I had awoken, his eyes met mine. A soft smile formed on his face, and his eyes sparkled.

I returned the expression, brushing my hand along the side of his leg as I sat up.

His smile then faded as he placed the doll on the floor beside the fireplace, but his eyes remained bright.

“I am desperately in love with you, Lena.” He moved his arm and slid his hand along mine—my hand that now rested on his thigh. Our fingers interlocked. “It has only ever been you. No matter what I have done or who I’ve been with. It was only ever you who held my heart,” he assured me.

My heart fluttered, and I scooted closer to him, sitting in between his thighs. I brushed my free hand across his cheek.

“And only you hold mine,” I promised, leaning close and kissing his lips softly. I rested my forehead on his. “It has only ever been you, Silas. Even when I have tried to move on, it never compared to what I felt with you.”

He released my hand from his grasp and slid his hands to both sides of my face, pulling away just enough so his golden eyes could shift back and forth between mine.

“I don’t want to deny myself your lips, your body, your touch, ever again,” he murmured, and his gaze dropped to my breasts, then up to my lips, his hands falling to his knees. “Gods, how I wish things were different.”

The tension between us quickened my heart rate, and pressure built in between my legs at the memory of the incredible sex we had in Faltrun. My eyes fluttered down to his lips, down to his inked neck, then past his toned stomach to the sheet where the outline of his hardened length was visible. I let out a shaky exhale as I met eyes with him, his pupils dilated so large only a small rim of gold remained.

“Don’t deny me. Not anymore,” I whispered.

He stared at me for a moment before cursing under his breath and pulling my face to his. His lips collided with mine before both of ours parted, our tongues sliding and dancing against each other in slow, passionate movements. He slid his arms down and wrapped them around me as I sat on his lap, my legs resting on either side of his body. His cock was pushing up against my sensitive flesh—the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of the sheet.

He let out a deep moan as I ground against him, his one hand sliding down to grip my ass, the other one drifting up to release my hair from the tie securing it.

We stayed like that for a moment, lost in lust, kissing sloppily as we rubbed our bodies against each other—desperate, needing, searching. Silas groaned as he gripped the sheet and yanked it away, freeing his stiff cock, the thickness of him bobbing from the movement.

He grabbed me from beneath and lifted me as he stood, tossing me on the bed behind us. He stalked over me, his lustful eyes trailing to my breasts before cupping one with his hand. He bit his bottom lip and dived down, his mouth entrapping the raised peak as he sucked hard. I hissed and arched my back, earning a smirk from the Prince as he slowly swirled his tongue around my nipple.

He sucked once more, then pulled back to stare at me again.

“You are mesmerizing, Lena,” he murmured while squeezing my breasts together with both of his strong hands. He allowed saliva to fall from his mouth, spitting gently on my chest. My eyes rolled back as he swirled both peaks with his thumbs, his own eyes darkening as he watched me writhe beneath him.

I let out a breathy moan, raising my hips, desperate for more of him to touch me. But what I truly wanted was to make him feel good.

“I want to suck on you, Silas,” I breathed, pushing up and flipping us over so I was straddling him.

He watched me with heavy eyes as I slithered my body down. He sat up against the headboard just as I grasped his cock and slid it into my mouth.

“Lena, fuck… ”

My entire body hummed with excitement as I took him in my mouth, delighting in the feel of his warm thickness, of his veins, as he slid down my throat. I worked to please him, bouncing my head up and down, thoroughly enjoying the view of his stomach muscles flexing, his eyes half-lidded, and his mouth agape as I sucked on him.

I savored his taste, savored his breathy moans as he fisted the sheet fabric.

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he watched me.

I released him from my mouth, giving him a coy smile as I began stroking his cock, twisting my palm along the reddened tip.

His breathing quickened, his moans growing louder.

I felt my magic pooling, that incessant buzzing across my entire body, begging, pleading with me to let it out.

I licked up and down the throbbing length of him before sucking his balls into my mouth and continuing to rub him. “I love you, Silas,” I whispered before continuing.

He ran his fingers through my hair. “I love you, Lena. ”

I continued pleasuring him, sucking, slurping, and stroking. Silas's eyes would only close for a second at a time, wishing to watch every second that his cock was in my mouth.

“Sit on my lap, Flower.”

Popping his length from my mouth, I obeyed. Silas moved down further on the bed just as I moved up to straddle him. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he lined himself up with my entrance, his other hand holding my waist.

I slowly began sitting, crying out at the feeling of the pleasant stretch.

A throaty groan released from Silas once I was fully seated, and he yanked me toward him, wrapping his arms around me tight as he began ruthlessly fucking me.

I screamed, I moaned, I cried. He grasped me, flipping us over to take me another way. He slid back in slowly, holding my legs up, gazing at where my body was swallowing his. He slid his thumb into his mouth, lowering it to massage my clit.

I gripped one of my breasts, whimpering as he circled his thumb quickly.

I felt my magic rise and rise, and when he lowered himself, his golden eyes meeting mine, a loving smile taking over his face, I finally let it free.

My head fell back as I released my electricity—as my arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tight. It sparked around his entire body, the blue hues illuminating his golden-brown skin.

His eyes rolled back before closing tightly. “Fuck…fuck,” he panted. He squeezed my thighs, driving his hips into me in a wild state of bliss. “You feel so damn heavenly…”

“I love you,” I cried in between moans, smiling as tears rolled down my cheeks .

Silas's own slid down his face as he leaned down, kissing my tears away. “I love you, Flower.” He grinned, kissing my lips, my jaw, then the tip of my nose. “I will always love you.”

The sex became more wild, more frantic as my magic flared. Blissful explosions spread throughout my body with every orgasm he gave me. It had to be over an hour now that his thick length had been sliding in and out of me…that his hands had been greedily exploring every inch of my body, and mine doing the same to his as if attempting to memorize every muscle, every curve.

He was taking me from behind now, and tears were still slipping down my cheeks at how euphoric the sex was. Silas wrapped his hands around my hair, gripping it tight from behind and pulling me upward, my back flush against his chest. Sliding his tongue along the side of my face, he licked my tears away.

“I never want to stop,” he murmured into my ear. “I need this forever. I need you forever.”

“You have me forever,” I breathed, the lightning surrounding us heightening our pleasure. “My heart belongs to you.”

He rolled his hips gently, kissing my pointed cartilage as he murmured, "You are even more beautiful with your real ears." More of my tears fell, and he was there to lick them away. "I cherish every part of you. I wouldn't change a damn thing."

He then sucked on my neck, cupping my breast with one hand and squeezing my hip with the other. When he pulled away, sliding his cock out, he laid down on his back. “I want to see your gorgeous face as we finish.”

I kissed his cheek before sitting on his cock once more. This time I stayed upright, my hands on his pecs as I lifted myself up and down, smothering his cock with my tight heat .

“You beautiful siren.” He grabbed my ass with both hands, his golden eyes illuminated by the lightning that sparked all around us. It was growing wilder. Brighter.

“Come for me, Flower.”

His hands slid upward, grasping my hips as he began mercilessly slamming his cock inside of me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think over the euphoric feeling. Over the perfection of this moment, of the sensation of our bodies joined. My head tipped back, and the guttural moan that ripped free from Silas's throat as he came was the most erotic sight and sound of my life.

My electricity heightened, then finally reached its peak, illuminating the entirety of the room as it flared. I screamed, my nails digging into his chest as my orgasm traveled through my body, stronger and wilder than ever before. My arousal gushed from me, soaking him and the sheets beneath us. I was still shuddering as I collapsed onto him, panting and covered in sweat.

“My Gods…” he rasped. “That…I've never felt a sensation like that.”

“Me either. I don't know if I can walk,” I joked, heaving a sigh, my limbs trembling

He chuckled, the sound light and sweet. I decided then that it was the most beautiful sound. I wanted nothing more in this life than to see him happy, carefree, and satisfied. I wished to erase every burden on his shoulders and smother every self-deprecating thought he had.

I would show him just how much he was loved, so that he'd never doubt he was deserving of it ever again.

“I love you,” he whispered, his arms encasing me. “I love you so damn much.” He kissed the top of my head, running his thumb along my cheek. “I have missed making love to you. But I have also missed our friendship. I've missed it all.”

My throat burned, but I smiled, kissing his cheek. “I love you more than anything. I've missed it all, too. The only thing that has kept me going these years was the hope I'd find you again…somehow, someway.”

He ran his fingers down my spine. “I never want to leave this moment.” He sighed, his eyes closing, the corners of his lips raised. “If I died here right now in your arms, it would be the most peaceful death.”

My brows drew together. “No one is dying. Don't ever say such a thing.”

He let out a hum, continuing to caress my back. “I feel like I'm dreaming. Like I'm high or something.”

I did, too, the remnants of our electric lovemaking still buzzing through my body. “I have been wanting to release the electricity during sex…wondering what it felt like.” I studied his face as he rotated his head to me, opening those beautiful eyes. “But I only wanted to experience it with you. I acquired this magic because of you, after all. It belongs to you. All of me does.”

His smile slowly faded, and he pulled me against him, squeezing tight. “I may not have magic, but all of me belongs to you, too.”