Chapter Four
Again, and Rougher
I didn’t know how long we laid there, tangled and still trembling, his breath warm against my collarbone. The room was quiet but heavy—like it had witnessed something sacred.
But I didn’t feel sacred.
I felt wrecked. Used. Claimed. Blissed out of my goddamn mind.
And I wanted it again.
I shifted beneath him, feeling his c**k still buried inside me, softening slightly but not enough. Not with how I clenched around him again—already needy.
Silas stirred, lifting his head. His eyes found mine, and the look in them—
Possession. Heat. Hunger.
He saw me. Not as a sweet little virgin anymore, but as the woman who begged for his c**k, took it like she was made for it, and was already aching for more.
“Already?” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. “Y
