Page 52 of Silver Sinner

It's so hard not to come. Every fiber of my being seems ready for it, and I'm wrestling with myself not to give in to the sensation. It's oddly thrilling—as much as it tires me—and then, suddenly, the touch is gone and Pierce kisses my parted lips.

"You were close."

"So close," I moan out, panting heavily. "Oh my God."

"No God," he teases, kissing my cheek. "Only me."

In time, the feather is replaced by ice chips held against Pierce's tongue. The first one he feeds past my lips and I gratefully suck on the chill while he weaves that cold tongue down my body and between my legs. It's a gift as much as a curse. The first bite of chill sears against my clit and makes me sob, pulling hard on the restraints, and my orgasm withdraws quickly.

Or so I thought.

The bitter cold of the ice makes Pierce's tongue all the hotter against my pussy and he presses his tongue flat against me until the ice melts. He doesn't seem concerned about the water soaking into the sheet and I'm trembling too much to care. I want more cold, but I crave more heat, and it's a beautiful trap to be in.

More ice chips melt against my pussy and soon, the bite of the cold isn't enough to stave off the growing knot of pleasure in my core. I twist left and right, try to close my legs and escape his mouth, but each struggle I give him only makes him increase his efforts. A dancing tongue, along with cold fingers that slide inside me and deliver the most incredible sensation, suctions against my clit and makes me roll my eyes so far back it hurts.

"I-I can't," I gasp out, desperately trying to avoid disappointing him. "I can't hold back any longer. I can't. I tried b-but… oh my God you're killing me!"

Sweat beads my brow and gathers in the hollow of my neck. Heat pours through me and my core tightens into a ball that balances on the cusp of a great, lust-filled abyss. I can't hold back. I want to but I can't.

"Alright," Pierce purrs and he kisses the inside of my thigh. "Come for me, darling."

One kiss to my throbbing clit is all it takes. I topple over the edge with a cry, but Pierce doesn't abandon me. He rapidly fingers me through the crest of my orgasm until I'm screaming out in pleasure, toes curled and fingers taut while my back bows and my core flexes repeatedly.

Over and over and over, until I'm dizzy and throbbing. My entire pelvis heats up with sensation, hot and cold, and then Pierce removes his fingers and kisses my hip.

"Oh… f-fuck…" I gasp weakly, sagging back down in my bonds. "That was… that was… incredible."

The bed dips once more and in a flash, the silk around my eyes is gone. Blurriness fades from my vision on two blinks, and Pierce stands before me, utterly breathtaking. He's still hard; his cock juts out proudly with the crown swollen dark and glistening in the light. His beard glistens from my pussy and he slowly licks his lower lip while watching me. Each breath makes the snake on his shoulder rise as if it's finally going to sink its teeth into his throat, but it's a coward every single time.

My mouth waters.

"Fuck me," I gasp out. "Please. Please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me like before, I want us to fuck like we did back at my apartment. Please, just… I want to feel like the way you look at me, like I'm the most desirable creature on the planet."

Despite the lust in his eyes, Pierce's gaze softens. "To me, you are that already."

"Then fuck me! Please! Use me! I want to feel it, please. I need you, you have no idea. I want to feel you all over me, please, please, please⁠—”

Pierce is over me suddenly, cradling my face and kissing me with a renewed hunger that ignites a flurry of excitement in my chest.

"I'm so glad you asked, darling."

18

PIERCE

I brought her here to loosen her up, devour her, and then question her to expose all of her secrets. Somehow, I'm the one being exposed. Energy thrums beneath my skin, ebbing and flowing with each rapid rise and fall of her chest, and I'm held in place by her green eyes while she takes in every inch of me.

My skin flushes hot, my heart races, and my cock throbs with every sweet beg that falls past her lips. I want her. I want to consume her until there's nothing left. I want to tuck myself inside her and stay there, protecting her and myself, because how can a woman who makes me feel like this be anything other than a saint?

"Layla…"

She whimpers at the sound of her name, and then I lean over her and cradle the side of her neck with my palm.

"Pierce," she gasps out, like my name is as valuable as the precious air she needs.

"I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"

Never have I seen her nod so eagerly.