I woke up still impaled on his c**k.
I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep like that on top of him, filled to the hilt, my legs splayed open around his waist, body too sore to move. Silas didn’t let me go. He stayed buried in me like a lock and key, his arms wrapped around my back, as if he owned my very breath.
Maybe he did.
When I shifted slightly, his c**k twitched inside me.
"You’re finally awake," he murmured, voice deep and husky against my neck. "I like you better this way—quiet, used, full."
I tried to lift myself off him, but his grip tightened. He sat up with me still on him and kissed my collarbone. Then lower. Then bit down on my breast, hard enough to sting.
"Don’t move unless I tell you to."
“I need to pee,” I whispered, cheeks flushed in shame.
He smirked.
“I’ll t
