Page 23 of Silken Chains
As he adds another finger, my body clenches around him, pulling him deeper. The rhythm he sets is relentless, driving me toward the edge. I clench my eyes shut, trying to escape the reality of what’s happening, but it’s futile.
Apparently, I’ve lost the plot.
“I-I don’t do one-night stands,” I manage to get out, my voice a jumble.
“Except, this isn’t just a one-night stand,” he counters, and every thought that comes after it is drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of wanting more.
Wh-what does he mean?
“Fuck… this… this is a mistake,” I whisper. Trying to convince myself that it is true. But my body’s not buying it; it’s screaming, “Yes!”
The slick noises of my wetness echo in my ears like thunder as his fingers pump in and out, and further and further inside of me.
“But you want this,” he asserts. “You want me to make you come.” His words hang in the air, and in an instant, my G-string is swiftly removed in a single, forceful motion.
“Umm… no…” I open my eyes again and see him on his knees before me.
He’s untamed, a savage sort of gorgeous that shouldn’t exist.
Our gazes clash, his eyes catching the moonlight, fierce like a wolf’s. God, he is too beautiful. It doesn’t make sense.
Yet, here he is, a total stranger, and here I am, a complete wreck.
This is crazy. I shouldn’t…
But damn, I want to. I want him to make me come.
“Don’t feed me lies, little firecracker,” he growls, a predatory glint in his eye. “Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Before I can utter a sound, his thumb rubs my clit side to side faster.
A third finger joins. Pushing deeper, creating an almost suction effect that draws out all the juices clinging there. As another wave of pleasure washes over me, I sob uncontrollably.
For the first time ever, I don’t know what to think. There’s no room left for rational thought.
“Say it, or I won’t let you come.” His fingers move slower and slower as my hips instinctively rock against him, grinding for something more. “Say what you want, Laura.”
“Alright, you win! I need you to make me come, okay? Just do it, please…”
Good Lord, Laur, I had no idea you were so starved for action.
“Good girl.” He chuckles wickedly as he starts to move his dexterous fingers inside me, pushing higher until I feel my heart pounding in my throat and a red-hot liquid desire gathering deep within.
“Oh, oh, I… I am so close!” I moan. The warmth of his hand is against my pulsing heat.
“Let it go, Laura,” he orders, his fingers thrusting deeper, hooking to stroke a secret spot that’s all new to me. A tide of pleasure crashes over me as he amps up the pressure right on that magic spot.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… I am…!” Waves of sensation crash over, pulling at something deep inside me, dragging it out… out… until finally it bursts forth from beneath—an orgasm so intense I lose track of myself in its wake.
Removing his fingers, he licks hungrily at my juices like some kind of wild beast, savoring every drop.
“You come so hard, kiska,” he purrs, “but this is only the beginning…”
Chapter 10
Laura
HOLY FUCKING hell.
I have never felt such intensity before, and I don’t know how to process this newfound pleasure. I’m lying back on the sofa, still reeling from the shock of that mind-blowing orgasm.
