Page 35 of Silver Sinner

I'm a puddle in seconds, so caught up in the excitement that I scarcely notice how close to orgasm I am until suddenly it hits me and I'm coming around just his fingers with a breathless, noiseless gasp. I clutch at him, my fingers leaving half-moon indents in his shoulders and my head arching back into my pillow through each wave of pleasure.

Then he leans back slightly and the cool scent of lube fills the air when he rips open the condom packet. Latex snaps, and then he's there. The head of his cock presses between my lips with a cool touch that rapidly warms between us.

"Please," I croak out, barely hearing my voice over my own thundering heart.

He teases me with a few shallow thrusts that press his cock into me just enough that I open up for him, but not enough to scratch the aching itch deep inside me for more. Then Pierce nuzzles into my cheek and he kisses just below my ear.

"Deep breath," he murmurs.

I don't get a chance to reply. He thrusts into me with such ease that it punches all thought from my mind and air from my lungs. My head swims, caught in the sudden intrusion and thrill of that thick weight settling inside me as our hips become flush with one another. Pierce leans up and presses one hand to the side of my neck, almost as if he's cradling me. His other caresses my thigh and then grips, securing my leg against his waist. He simply holds me, giving me a few seconds to adjust to him.

Both my hands slide down his chest, over warm skin that pulls tight over rippling muscles, and his name rests on the tip of my tongue. It doesn't see the light of day. Pierce starts to fuck me and everything else just… falls away.

Nothing matters. Not my need for air, not any distant thoughts clinging to the fringes of my mind, not even whether or not we should stay quiet. It all fades on the first powerful thrust, and by the third, I'm completely addicted. He fucks exactly like I dreamed, hard and fast with enough power in those hips that it's like he's trying to bury deep inside me so that he never has to leave. I want him there. I want him pounding into me so my thighs shake and my body turns to jelly for the rest of my life. His cock reaches deep inside me, and he angles himself down, which sends further sparks of warm pleasure through my core.

The bed creaks, the headboard bumps against the wall, and all that escapes me are silent gasps and breathless pleas for more. More and more. Harder and harder he fucks me as if he's going to split me apart and I'd thank him for it with kisses. My hands fall away from his chest, twisting into the sheets and arching my body while I try to meet his thrusts. Pierce seems to understand that; as soon as I shift, his hand on my neck drops to my waist and he curls it under me, cradling my lower back and forcing an arch in my body that allows him to somehow fuck harder and deeper into me.

I'm lost to him.

The orgasm he fucks out of me is the most powerful sensation I've ever experienced. Every part of me tenses up when I come and I'm frozen in his hold, my mouth agape and my eyes rolled far back as my core pulses rhythmically and warmth sweeps through my locked body like a wave. My toes curl so tight that my calf protests. I cling to the sensation that only unlocks when Pierce reaches his own end with a deep, growling moan that he buries in my breasts. We shudder and twitch together, dancing as one as ecstasy consumes us, and I find a deep, sensual peace right there in his arms.

Morning comes with the sound of the garbage men outside and a burning urge to pee. Slipping away from Pierce's warm embrace is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but the light of day comes with a touch of reality I'm eager to ignore.

I slept with him.

More than that, I climbed onto his lap like a horny teenager and begged for it. A man I barely know, and yet somehow can't stop thinking about. Yesterday feels like a fever dream. In the cold morning sun, I stare at my reflection after relieving myself, and gaze at all the marks blooming across my body. The stitches across my brow have held, but a bruise blooms out from the small cut. Dark and angry. Several other bruises coat my body, namely on my neck, and I touch them delicately with my fingers.

Pierce.

He's left a path of attention across my body, from the flush of my lips to the marks on my throat and the shadow of bruising on the inside of my thighs from how hard he was fucking me. My entire lower form feels bruised when I walk, but it's a nice ache. Like the throb of tired muscles after an intense workout.

Shit.

I lost my car, Maddie got taken and returned, and I threw myself into the arms of her rescuer like it was nothing. How am I going to look him in the eye? He might have just been happy to get his dick wet. As soon as that thought crosses my mind, guilt worms through my gut. Pierce has never struck me as that kind of man, and I shouldn't think of him that way because of my past.

Shaking my head, I busy myself getting dressed and preparing breakfast for an excited Maddie who seems entirely unaffected by what happened last night. Pierce did mention that she was still asleep when he found her, so she likely has no idea how close she was to danger. Danger I put her in. Great sex isn't enough to keep that guilt at bay for much longer, and with Maddie in front of cartoons in the living room and coffee brewing in the pot, it all finally hits me.

I nearly lost her.

Without Pierce, I probably would have. How did he even find her? For a man in real estate, he seems very capable.

Spooning two sugars into my cup, I'm mulling over how to move forward and how to even face Pierce when he wakes up, when warmth suddenly envelops me from behind. The familiar scent of Pierce, coupled with the affectionate nuzzle into the side of my neck, makes my heart soar. It's easy to forget my worries for a few seconds.

But I can't ignore reality forever.

"Pierce…" Abandoning my coffee, I turn to face him and my heart punches up into my throat. His hair isn't as neatly combed as usual, looking more like he teased it into place with his fingers, and there's a warm glint in his eyes when he smiles. He leans closer, then reaches behind me to steal my coffee.

"Morning."

"Good morning. Listen, I—" Words catch in my throat and I'm stuck staring up at him as he, unblinking, holds my gaze and slowly sips my coffee.

"I'm listening."

"I-I'm so sorry about last night. I've never acted like that before, not ever, and after everything you did for me I'm a little ashamed that⁠—"

"Hush." Pierce gently cuts me off and he sets my cup down, then he cradles the side of my neck with his warm hand. "I loved every second of last night. You, Layla, are an incredible woman and I am honored that you shared a piece of yourself with me." His eyes flit down to my body for a second. "A stunningly beautiful piece."

Warmth flares immediately to my cheeks and a tight shyness knots in my chest. No one has ever said something like that to me before, and it's like my mind has short-circuited, unable to understand how to respond.