Page 98 of Silver Sinner

"You realize Maddie and I are a package deal, right?"

"You have Maddie, I have Moses." Pierce shrugs one shoulder. "They can entertain each other."

"Will Moses be happy you're volunteering him as a permanent babysitter?"

"Maybe. I don't care." His eyes sparkle and he leans forward slowly, likely to respect my earlier wishes.

It's too slow for my liking. I cup his face with my other hand and a spark of energy pulses between us, sending my heart racing. I lean up quickly and crash my mouth against his in a stumbling, slightly messy kiss. My mind goes quiet for the first time in weeks and Pierce, though hesitant at first, finally leans into the kiss.

"Are you sure?" Pierce murmurs against my lips.

"You are the only thing I don't have any doubts about," I whisper, kissing his lower lip and then caressing his jaw as I lean back. Weeks of yearning pool hot in my belly. "So… do you still want that sandwich for lunch?"

38

PIERCE

My brows lift at the heavy insinuation in her tone, and weeks of aching desire for Layla flood to the front of my mind. I never dared to think she would speak to me again, never mind let me touch her. When she asked for distance and time to process, I respected it. I braced myself for a world and a life without her, and tried to take comfort in the fact that living in a world where she existed and hated me was a damn sight better than a world without her at all.

Now, after the most sincere heart-to-heart I've ever had in my life, she stands before me with dark eyes and his fingertips lingering on the edge of my jaw.

The ache to consume her rises like a tidal wave, and it takes every ounce of my strength to hold myself back, especially when she trails her fingertips down the side of my back and clasps the crook of my shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I ask hoarsely through a jaw so tight it barely opens.

"Are you going to make me beg?" she whispers. "Because I will."

It's tempting, but I'm not strong enough to resist her begging. I'm not strong enough for any game that keeps her out of my arms, because all I can think about, all I crave and yearn for, is the taste of her on my tongue and the caress of her hands over my body.

I surge forward and claim her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while cradling the back of her head. Layla squeaks in delight and fists one hand into my shirt. Her grip jerks me forward so hard that I stumble and the stool she's on squeaks back across the floor. I can't wait. The urge to taste her, to be on her and inside her, ravages my skin like a fever. I grasp the side of her thighs, then scoop her right up into my arms.

Layla's legs wrap around my waist like a magnet and she loops her arms around my neck with both hands sliding deep into my hair. With our mouths locked together in a furious exchange of messy kisses, it's a miracle we make it to the bedroom in one piece. I throw her down onto the bed and she bounces with a noise of complaint in her throat as her hands slip from my hair. Leaning up, I tear open my shirt and toss it aside while she removes her top and then… Layla pauses.

Her fingertips brush against the two fresh scars on my abdomen and a flash of pain ignites in her eyes. "Pierce," she murmurs, tracing the incision scar from one side to the other.

"I'm okay," I reply softly, giving her the time she needs to touch and explore. Once she's been over them twice, I clasp her hand and bring her fingers to my lips. "I survived. We survived. I'm okay."

Layla doesn't look entirely convinced, but she nods and flexes her fingertips against my lower lip. "I love you," she whispers. "I love you so much."

Nothing can keep me from her any longer. Our mouths collide in a stumbling kiss that ends with tongues locked together in a half-hearted battle for dominance as Layla gives herself over to me. Heat flushes across my skin and pools low in my gut. My cock stiffens the moment she drags her nails down the planes of my back, and I break the kiss to groan through the slight sting of pain.

"Please," Layla begs and my cock throbs. "Please."

I end up collapsing to my knees as she removes her skirt, and I'm too impatient to wait for her panties to follow. Grasping her hips, I pull her to the edge of the bed and bury my face between her thighs where her soaked panties press against my mouth and tease me with a taste of what I've been missing.

I need to make her mine again. I need to commit every taste, every sensation, and every feeling to memory.

"Pierce!" Layla moans my name, and I glance up and watch her arch back onto the bed. There's a subtle swell of pride in my heart. Back when we first met, her first instinct would be to hide her gorgeous body with pillows and blankets, as if the curves and swells of her form were anything to be ashamed of. Now, she spreads out on my bed and arches down against my face without an ounce of shame.

Tugging her panties down with my teeth, I discard them and settle with one of her knees over my shoulder, then I bury my face against her pussy and drag my tongue slowly through her hot, damp lips. Her pussy quivers at my touch and her hips shift down against me while a beautiful moan rises into the air. My cock throbs once more, straining painfully against my boxers, and I'm not sure I'll even last long enough to make it inside her.

My focus becomes working out every sweet moan, whimper, and gasp out of Layla that I can with my tongue and my fingers. Her core flexes around my digits as I thrust them into her, particularly when I focus on her clit with my thumb and tongue. Her thighs close around my head, her pussy grinds down against my face, and I press myself as close as I can. All I can see, taste, and smell is her. It's all I ever want for the rest of my life.

Layla's orgasm comes with a yell, her thighs closing around my head and dulling all my senses to everything but her. I soak it up and continue to eat her out until her legs flop apart and the one on my shoulder falls to the side. She lies there panting, one hand twisted into the bedsheet and the other draped across her forehead. Her face flushes a beautiful red and her eyes sparkle with life as they flick down to meet mine.

"Shit," she gasps. "That was… wow… wow…"

I rise back onto my feet, grab her hips, and lift her a few inches up the bed. Then I tear my boxers free from my legs and crawl between her parted legs. There's no time for anything else, no other thoughts in my mind other than the hunger to be inside her, and her lips part into the perfect O as I do just that. My cock slides into her hot, compliant body in one smooth move, making her arch slightly off the bed and groan low.