Silas moved with a fluid, rhythmic intensity, shielding Selena’s back with his palm so her skin wouldn't scrape against the rough brick wall. He pulled her flush against his chest, adjusting his stance before driving himself home with one relentless, soul-deep thrust.
As his length scraped against every sensitive inch of her internal walls, Selena’s world seemed to shatter and reform. In her mind’s eye, a thousand white-hot sparks erupted against the darkness.
She shivered violently, the sheer intensity of the pleasure overriding her logic. As Silas pulled back to strike again, her muscles involuntarily clamped down, milking him with a desperate, greedy heat. Silas caught her small attempt at control and let out a guttural sound—half-praise, half-punishment—as he slammed back into her ev
