Page 76 of Sharing Silence
Her shoulders drop slightly, and a thousand expressions cross her face. Shock. Fear. Relief. That’s the feeling a weapon can give you—not just control, but freedom. The choice to fight, to chance to win, to come out on top after slaying your demons. I see that in her, now.
Her gaze shifts to me, brown eyes large. “I did it.”
I give her a single nod. “You did. How do you feel?”
“I don’t know, I—” She blinks fast, and as quick as she freed herself, she returns to her body. It’s a snap, and she’s present, and so am I. The cold presses into my face, the ground is hard against my body, and my heart is thrashing about violently in my chest as I share this moment with her.
And finally, she kisses me.
It’s desperate, breathless, a battle. She tugs me closer, and I move her onto her back, my tongue delving into her mouth. Desire burns through my blood and I’m already hard, pressing myself between her legs, but I’m not fucking her on the ground.
I push my hand between her lower back and the tarp and pull her to me before standing. My stitches pull, but all my blood is rushing to my dick anyway. I carry her over to the side of the manor house, kissing her as I press her back to the brick.
“My leggings,” she whispers, and I place her on her feet. I kneel, tugging the clothing down, yanking her shoes off and tossing them aside. It’s a flurry of kisses and shedding of clothing, and the world falls away as I lift her again and bury my cock inside her.
She cries out sharply, clinging to me as I slam into her. She’s tight and hot, soaked and so addictive. Every stroke of my cock snatches more of my breath, and I capture her mouth with mine.
My thrusts become deep and hard, bottoming out inside of her, fucking her like we’ll break in two if we stop.
“Xavier,” she says against my lips. “Tell me I’m not broken.”
I slow, her breath tickling my mouth. “What?”
“Say he didn’t break me,” she begs, her eyes shining. “Tell me I’m not like him.”
I don’t know who she means, and I don’t care. If he wasn’t already dead, his heart would be in my fucking hands.
“You’re not broken, Q. Not even close.” I run my nose along hers. “You’re perfect. Perfect for me, perfect for us.”
She lets out a small whimper. “He took parts of me.”
“Then we’ll give them back to you,” I say, and she meets my eye. “Anything you think you’ve lost, we’ll find together. If that’s what you need, we’ll give that to you. All of us.” She searches my eyes, brows pulled together, lip trembling.
She kisses me again, soft at first, clinging to me. “Make me feel good.” I move my hips, and she closes her eyes. “Make me forget.”
So that’s what I do. I lose myself in her, in pleasing her, in taking her away from whatever monsters she’s been running from. Her pussy flutters as I fuck her hard and fast, and I can’t believe how sharply our relationship has changed. Days ago, she’d hardly been able to look at me without us arguing, but now our eyes are locked as she comes around my cock. A few strokes later, I fill her, almost buckling with the intensity of my orgasm.
Still buried inside her, I rest my face in her neck and catch my breath.
“Thank you.”
I grin against her shoulder as I kiss it. “For the pep talk or the orgasm?”
Silence laughs, and it’s like it heals a little of my soul to hear it.
“Both.”
“Hey, you two—” Yale rounds the corner and stops when he sees us. “This is training?”
I arch a brow. “Yes. Can’t you knock?”
“Very funny,” Yale says. Silence chuckles as I place her on her feet and tuck myself back into my jeans. “We need you inside. I know who Ryker Blake is.”
Chapter 23
Zayden
When Silence, Xavier and Yale return, I’m sitting in the armchair, examining Yale’s laptop. On it is everything we know so far about Ryker Blake, and it’s more than I thought, given how well he hid his identity. Silence gently nudges the laptop, and I place it on the arm of the chair so she can climb onto my lap. Her cheeks and nose are pink, and she cuddles into me, shivering slightly. I rub her arm to rid the chill from her skin, and bury my face in her neck.
