Page 35 of True Honey (The Hornets Nest #4)

My hips sank into the mattress and I burned my face into the pillows as he took his time exploring my body with his lips, teeth and tongue.

His finger undid the clasps of my bra with a simple flick, leaving it limp against my skin as he continued to move.

Sucking, kissing and nipping at every inch of exposed skin as he slowly worked his way down my back.

He moved lower, his tongue dipping into the crease of my ass before moving further down to my soaking core.

Silas moaned against my skin, his tongue swirling and lapping at my clit, teasing and sucking gently.

He wanted to draw out every ounce of pleasure from my body before taking what he wanted.

His hands gripped my ass firmly, spreading me wider to give him more room as my toes curled tightly.

I tried to hold onto my dignity but it felt so good that I didn’t care how pathetic it was to come again, that time on his face instead of his fingers.

He growled in satisfaction, the sound rumbling from his throat.

My body trembled with pleasure, every skillful stroke of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge.

My fingers clawed at the sheets as my hips rolled back to meet his mouth, needing even more from him as the orgasm exploded through my body harsher than the first one.

He slowed his tongue, lapping gently to prolong the shocks with a tortuous pace that heightened the already insane pleasure racing through my veins.

His hands would leave bruises on my hips from the grip he was using to hold me against his face as I came.

Only after I was completely spent, my body shaking gently from the release did he pull back and admire his work. I looked over my shoulder at him with heavy eyes and pushed to my knees, presenting myself to him as his hand reached out to brush the swell of my ass.

The submissive pose turned his admiration into hunger, desire. His face hardened as he kneeled behind me, his large hands gripping my waist possessively. He rubbed his hardness between my quivering thighs, coating himself in my release before he positioned himself at my entrance.

I stretched out my arms above my head, sinking into the bed to lift my ass even more as he reached across for condoms in his nightstand.

My fingers brushed against the headboard as I buried my face into the pillow and waited with nothing but euphoria calming my thoughts.

His hand brushed against my raw skin, a groan leaving his lips before he thrust forward, impaling me on his thick length.

My moans were muffled by the pillow, low and needy as he filled me completely.

His breath caught at sounds and I completely surrendered to his mercy. With one hand on my waist, he guided himself in and out slowly stretching me inch by inch. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back slightly to look at him.

“Is this what you need?” He asked, his voice soft and husky, a harsh contrast to his sharp, unrelenting movements. I nodded in his grip, the hold on my hair tingling my scalp as his cock touched every single raw nerve inside of me.

He started moving more, his hips snapping forward with a delicious force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he thrust into me relentlessly. His hand in my hair kept my head pulled back, forcing me to arch my back and take him impossibly deep.

I gasped loudly as his movements became sharper, unable to form words or even think I sank completely onto him.

The feeling of him buried that deeply inside of me completely erasing every thought I’d ever had for a brief moment of absolute silence.

I tightened around him, unable to help myself and it drew the deepest moan from his lips, causing his hips to buck forward erratically.

His cock throbbed, ready to lose himself completely buried in me.

His hand left my hair and I whined at the release only for him to find my throat, cupping it with a perfect grip he lifted my chin with his fingers and leaned over my body so his lips met my ear.

“You’re mine, do you understand Drew?” His voice was low, demanding and unwavering in his command. “I’m ripping that fucking contract to shreds because you are all mine.” Every word was met with a sloppy thrust that made my mouth fall open in silent ecstasy.

His grip on my throat was making me dizzy in the most perfect of ways as his hips snapped forward and hit the spot inside of me that made my eyes flutter shut.

His thumb pressed against my skin, as his tongue flickered across my shoulder, pushing the bra strap out of his way.

His teeth dug into my shoulder with just enough force to make me cry out in pleasure as he claimed every fucking inch of me as his own.

“Say it,” he demanded, his words breathless and choppy.

I clenched around him, unable to stop it, unable to find the words as the third and final orgasm ripped through me like a strike of lightning. My knees barely held me in place as my body writhed beneath his thrusts.

“Drew,” he growled, his fingers digging into my waist. Silas wanted an answer I couldn’t give to him, not like this.

He crashed into me again and again, chasing his own release.

His body dripped with sweat, his muscles shining in the dim lighting casting through the curtains.

It was all too much, I was too sensitive, he was too perfect and he looked like an angel as he lost all control.

With a final deep thrust he came with a guttural moan that tore from him as his hips stuttered.

His forehead rested against my back as he slowly caught his breath, one hand still possessively around my throat.

He carefully nuzzled my neck, placing soft kisses as he softened and retreated from between my thighs.

I was sore but in the best kind of way. I had absolutely never felt that good, Silas touched every part of me and left nothing to complain about.

I rolled to my back, my fingers brushing over the small imprint of his teeth on my shoulder.

I could feel the bruises forming on my hip from his fingertips.

He watched me with hooded eyes as I touched the mark, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the indention before shifting to lie beside me.

One arm draped possessively over my thigh and rolled me into him, resting my leg over his hip as I curled into his side.

There was no chance of me sneaking away from him in this position and he knew exactly what he was doing as his fingers dug into the underside of my ass to hold me close.

“You like doing that, don’t you?” I looked at him, his throat damp with sweat and his mouth red from kissing. I didn’t have to say anything more because his eyes flickered to my shoulder with pride.

He chuckled low in his chest, the vibration rumbling against my side.

His hand slid up to my neck, thumb brushing over my pulse point.

Even the thought of the primitive act had him purring with excitement and I thought I would hate it but seeing him so insanely possessive made me both nervous and excited.

Silas’s smirk deepened, and he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, “do I like leaving marks on you? Yes .” He admitted without hesitation, his voice low and rough. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

I shook my head no, not quite ready to admit that I enjoyed the possessive display of affection. He searched my face for an answer, probably seeing right through me but if he did, he said nothing about it.

“You’re quiet,” he said, resting against his pillow.

“Were you serious?” I asked, “about the contract?” I was so quiet, nervous to even broach the subject with him now that we had gotten it all out of our system.

His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in his gaze making my heart skip a beat. He was silent for so long, his thumb idly tracing patterns on my skin. When he finally spoke, his voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Panic surged but it was different than before.

Were we actually going to do this? Take a run at something that should clearly stay professional?

I studied his face, so serious and hanging by a thread for what was next.

I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip and he chased it, kissing the pad gently.

So patient even if the answer would break his heart.

I was either a massive idiot or the smartest woman in the world. But leaping off the cliff without the confirmation of a parachute was terrifying.

“I’m yours.” I said quietly, finally answering his question from before.

He eyed me carefully, like any movement from him might startle me.

“But don’t you dare fuck this up Silas Shore.

” I scowled with as much fire as I could muster.

I knew the likelihood of him screwing up was low.

It was me that brought on my concern, scared to do or say the wrong thing but when he looked at me like that…

with all the confidence in the world and even more trust. I wanted to try.

His eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and respect at the warnings. He leaned in, his top lip catching my bottom one in a small, languid kiss. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he paused, his breath hot on my lips as his finger brushed gently against my jaw.

“I should probably go to my room,” I said, only this time I didn’t want to leave.

“Please don’t,” he said so quickly that it shot a searing wave of heat through me that wrapped around my heart and squeezed. His arms were around me and our chests were tight together before I could even try to escape his bed.

“Okay, but you should probably go get my pants before anyone sees them on the kitchen floor…” I pushed my free hand through his hair and kissed the worry line between his eyebrows .

Silas chuckled, a lopsided smile forming as he came down on top of me for another kiss before climbing from bed and leaving me to the silent dread of accidentally breaking his heart.