His Holiday Prohibition

Chapter 6

THE TASTE OF RUIN

~MAYA'S POV~

The kiss wasn't a question; it was ruin.

Silas kissed me like a man who had been starving for years and had finally decided to break the glass on the buffet.

His mouth was hot, hard, and demanding. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting of aged scotch and raw, uncontrolled power. I tasted the violence in him, the pent-up frustration of watching me from afar, and it terrified me.

It also set my blood on fire.

I whimpered into his mouth, my hands clutching at the crisp white cotton of his shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin beneath the fabric, the hard slabs of muscle flexing as he crushed me against the wine rack.

"You have no idea," he growled against my lips, his voice rough and unrecognizable. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Wanted you."

He bit my lower lip....hard enough to sting, soft enough to send a jolt of wetness straight to my core.

"I don't care," I gasped, my head spinning. The oxygen in the room seemed to have vanished, replaced by the heavy scent of arousal and oak.

"You will," he promised darkly. "You'll care when you can't look at me without remembering this. When you can't sit across from me at breakfast without feeling my hands on you."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at me. His chest was heaving, his eyes wild.

"Last chance, Maya," he said, his voice raw. "Walk away now, and I'll let you go. I'll hate myself for it, but I'll let you go."

I looked at him. Really looked at him. This powerful, dangerous man was giving me one final out. Despite everything....despite the hunger in his eyes, the unmistakable hardness pressed against my stomach....he was offering me a choice.

That's when I knew. This wasn't just lust. This was something darker. Deeper. More dangerous than either of us had predicted. "I'm not walking away," I said firmly. "I want this. I want you."

He groaned, a sound of pure masculine satisfaction. "Say it again."

"I want you, Silas."

"Fuck." His hands gripped my waist. "I've wanted this for so long. Wanted to taste every inch of you. And now that you're here... now that you're mine... I'm going to."

"What do you mean...." He didn't let me finish.

Suddenly, the floor was gone.

Silas gripped my waist and lifted me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing more than a bottle of wine. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist to anchor myself.

He walked us backward, turning so his back hit a massive oak barrel in the center of the room. He adjusted me so I was straddling him, my center pressed against the hard ridge of his arousal.

The touch was electric.

I gasped, my head falling back. The feeling was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him through the skinny lace of my panties and his trousers.

"Silas," I moaned, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more pressure.

"That's it," he murmured, his hands on my ass, guiding my movements. "Take what you need. Show me how much you want this."

I was lost. The righteous front I had clung to for years had shattered the moment I closed that door. There was no Chloe. There was no friendship. There was only this....this dark, underground world where Silas King was my god.

But as I moved against him, I felt his body tremble. I felt the restraint in his grip. I pulled back to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. He looked like a man in pain.

"Silas?" I touched his face. "What's wrong?"

His eyes opened. The vulnerability in them stole my breath.

"If I start," he said roughly, "I won't be able to stop. I need you to understand that, Maya. Once I really touch you... once I taste you... there's no going back."

"I don't want to go back," I whispered.

He searched my eyes. "You're sure? You're absolutely sure?"

"Yes."

Something shifted in his expression. The last line of his control snapped.

"Then hold on," he growled.

He lifted me off his lap and set me on top of the barrel. The wood was cold against my bare legs. He stepped between my thighs, spreading them wide. His hands ran up my legs, pushing the silk nightgown up to my waist.

"So beautiful," he breathed, looking at me displayed before him. "I've imagined this a thousand times, but the reality..." He shook his head, looking almost like respect.

Then his hands were everywhere. Running up my sides, cupping my breasts through the silk, thumbing my n*****s until I was arching into his touch.

"Please," I begged. "Please, Silas."

"Please what?" He wanted to hear me say it.

"Touch me. Really touch me."

"Where, Maya?" His hand trailed down my stomach. "Here?"

"Lower."

His fingers traced the edge of my panties. "Here?"

"Yes," I gasped.

He hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled them aside, when his bare fingers touched me, I saw stars.

"Jesus," he swore softly. "You're soaking wet." He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center, and my entire body jerked. "So responsive," he praised. "Have you done this before, Maya? Has anyone touched you like this?"

I shook my head, unable to form words.

He froze. His hand stilled. "What?"

"N-no one," I managed. "Just me. Just... myself."

The look that crossed his face was primal. Possessive. Animalistic. "You're telling me," he said slowly, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble, "that no one has ever touched this perfect p***y?"

I felt my face burn. "No."

"Fuck." He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. "You're giving me your first touch? Your first orgasm from another person?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any idea what that does to me?" His hand tightened on my thigh. "Knowing I'm the first? That I get to show you what pleasure really feels like?" He slipped one finger inside me.

I gasped at the intrusion, the strange feeling of being filled.

"So tight," he groaned. "So hot and tight and perfect." He worked me slowly, carefully, adding a second finger and stretching me while his thumb circled my c**t.

"That's it," he coached. "Relax for me. Let me in." The pleasure built slowly, steadily, like a wave gathering strength before it crashes.

"Silas," I panted. "Something's... I feel..."

"I know, baby. I know." He increased his pace. "Let go. I've got you."

The orgasm hit me hard. I cried out, my body shaking, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the barrel. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, each one more intense than the last.

Silas worked me through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing out every last aftershock until I was boneless and shaking. When I finally came back to myself, I found him staring at me with an expression of pure male satisfaction.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "But we're not done yet."

"What?" I was still trying to catch my breath.

"That was just your first," he said, slowly withdrawing his fingers. He brought them to his lips and sucked them clean, his eyes locked on mine. "I'm going to give you several more." Before I could process what he meant, he dropped to his knees.

"Silas, what are you…."

"Shh." He gripped my thighs, spreading them wider. "I told you I wanted to taste every inch of you. I meant it."

He buried his face between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue made my entire body jerk off the barrel. I would have fallen if his hands hadn't clamped down on my hips, holding me in place.

"Oh my God," I sobbed.

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my pelvis. "You taste even better than I imagined."

He devoured me. There was no other word for it. He licked and sucked and nibbled until I was writhing against his mouth, my hands tangled in his hair, holding him against me.

"Silas, please, I can't….it's too much…."

"You can," he commanded against my sensitive flesh. "Give me another one, Maya. Come on my tongue."

The second orgasm crashed over me even harder than the first. I screamed his name, my thighs clamping around his head, but he didn't pull away. He stayed right there, drinking every drop of my pleasure.

When the waves finally decreased, I slumped back against the wall, utterly destroyed. Silas stood slowly. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and glistening. He looked wrecked. Satisfied. Dangerous.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stepped close, caging me in with his arms on either side of my hips. "Now you know," he said roughly, "what it feels like to be worshipped."

I looked down. He was painfully hard, straining against his trousers. I reached for him, wanting to pay him back.

"No."

He caught my wrist.

I looked at him, confused. "But you..."

"This was for you," he said firmly. "I wanted to give you this. To show you what pleasure feels like with someone who knows what they're doing."

"But…"

"If you touch me right now," he interrupted, his voice strained, "I will bend you over this barrel and take your virginity like an animal. And I promised myself I wouldn't do that. Not here. Not like this." He released my wrist and helped me down from the barrel, steadying me when my legs threatened to give out.

"Go to bed, Maya," he said softly, pulling my nightgown back down to cover me.

"You're sending me away?" I whispered, feeling a pang of rejection.

"I'm sending you away to save you," he corrected. He cupped my face tenderly. "Because if you stay one more minute, I won't be able to stop myself. And you deserve better than a quick f**k in a cellar."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead…..gentle, completely at odds with what we'd just done.

"Go. Now. Before I change my mind."

I walked to the door on shaky legs. I could feel his eyes on me the entire way. When I reached the threshold, I looked back. He was standing in the middle of the cellar, hands clenched at his sides, looking like a man barely holding onto his control.

"Goodnight, Silas," I whispered.

"Lock your door tonight, Maya," he said roughly. "Because tomorrow... tomorrow I'm not going to be this noble."

I fled up the stairs, my body humming, my heart racing, and my soul completely, utterly his.