Page 91 of Vows of Silence

The heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind us, sounding like a gong announcing that round two had begun.

I tried to ignore the way my skin tingled with awareness. I tried to dismiss the thrill that ran through me every time his grip tightened on my body. I didn’t want to admit that theleather covering my mouth actually felt good. I would never have admitted that every time I bucked my body against his and felt the hard, solid muscle of his chest against my back, a dart of desire shot through me.

My breath was puffing out through my nostrils, matching the timing of Silas’s in my ear. For reasons I’d never quite understand, I thrust my hips backwards—a movement I knew I’d replay over and over in the days to come, trying to pinpoint the exact moment I’d lost my mind.

Because I knew the outcome. I knew it would make my ass connect with him. I knew I’d feel the hardened outline of his cock press against me.

A dark, rumbled growl filled my ear and the next thing I knew, I was slammed against a wall, Silas’s hands dropping from my body, his fists slamming against the concrete. With his palms flat against the wall, he pressed his body close to mine, so close that I could feel every inch of him against me.

My own hands were trapped between my body and the wall, the side of my face pressed tight against it.

Time froze.

All I could hear was both our frantic breathing mixing together. I could feel the slight tremor in Silas’s body. Hell, I could feel my own body shaking—with both nerves and anticipation.

I knew we were on the edge of something. The point of no return.

But I also knew that Silas was holding back. That he would eventually get control of himself. And for some reason, the thought terrified me. So much so I thrust backwards, rotating my hips, grinding my ass against his cock.

And then everything seemed to explode.

Silas’s hands were everywhere—cupping my throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off my air. On my breasts, circlingmy nipple through my shirt. Slipping down my stomach and under the material, his leather gloves against my bare skin.

And I did nothing to stop it.

In fact, I encouraged it. I twisted my head so he could get a better grip on my neck. I made choked moaning sounds in approval when he squeezed. I panted and gasped as he touched my breasts and thrust back against him to silently ask for more.

His grip on my throat tightened, and his other hand was slipping lower and lower until he was cupping me between my legs, forcing the material of my jeans to press against my soaked pussy.

And that’s when I lost it.

I forced my hands out of their trapped position between my body and the wall and brought them to my jeans, lowering them over my hips and ass, shimmying them down my upper thighs.

The hand was removed from my throat, and I felt Silas move behind me. Heard the metal clank of his belt as he pulled it from the loop. Heard the zip as he lowered it. Felt the hard, smooth silk of his cock as it pressed against my naked ass.

My nipples pebbled beneath my top, my pussy throbbed in anticipation, and I could feel the wetness gathering at my inner thighs.

“Please,” I whispered, not knowing what I was asking for, but knowing that it felt right.

I heard Silas’s sharp intake of breath a split second before he struck.

His hands gripped my jeans, pulling them fiercely, tearing them straight down the seam. He forced them down my legs and tapped my calf, silently instructing me to step out of them. And then he was grabbing my thigh, lifting my leg high, pushing it up the wall. I reached out and grabbed my knee, helping him with the position, keeping my leg raised as he lined up his cock against my pussy.

I went on my tiptoes, helping him with the placement, my pussy throbbing to painful levels, my clit almost aching with need.

And then he was slamming inside of me—one quick, hard thrust that had his cock buried inside me. I both gasped and moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My face flattened against the wall, my entire body scraping against the concrete with the force of his thrust, but I welcomed it all.

I braced one hand on the wall, and thrust my hips outwards, and that was all the encouragement Silas needed.

He grabbed my hips and thrust his cock in and out of me, creating a rhythm that was both painful and pleasurable, fast and relentless.

I could hear the slap of his skin against mine, the heavy breathing in my ear, my own loud moans that were verging on screams.

And it still didn’t feel enough. I wanted him deeper. I wanted him faster.

I tensed my pussy, tightening the grip I had on his cock. He growled in response and I immediately wanted more. I wantedeverything.

He shifted my leg higher, his grip bruising and punishing. I stumbled, hissing sharply as he spread me wide open, only to release a feral moan as he thrust his cock inside me again, hitting places I didn’t think could be reached.