Page 25 of Rum and Roses
Iwas feeling much, much, much better.
Silas said I was sick for about a week, but it felt longer than that. My cough lingered here and there, but not like it did before.
I was lying in Silas’s lap, watching a movie with him while he combed his fingers through my hair. The occasional intimate scenes made me feel a certain type of way. I shifted, turning my gaze up towards Silas. I wondered what it would be like, to feel him inside me. I was so aroused I couldn’t help it. How could I? Especially when I noticed that his cock was poking at me while I laid across him. Fuck, was I ovulating? Good god I was flustered. My breath quickened, a shiver traveled down my spine as I was imagining having sex with him.
I was a virgin, but I wasn’t all innocent. I masturbated sometimes. Mainly to the smut that I read on AO3. Not that I would ever admit that. I read some… questionable things, but I couldn’t help but be curious. I was inexperienced. It was only natural, right? So what if I found it hot? The idea of knotting and being claimed… owned even.
“Everything okay, Rosie?” he asked, looking down at me.
My eyes went wide, nodding. I slowly sat up. “Mhm I just —”
“Just what?” he tilted his head to the side, grazing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Use your words,” he whispered.
Oh my goodness…
“I want you.”
Did I seriously just admit that out loud?
He paused, his thumb lingering on my lip.
“I want you,”
The corners of his lips raised into a smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that… you’re mine, Rosalie. And now that I have you, I have no intention of letting you go. Tonight, I’m going to pleasure you…” He leaned in, planting soft kisses against my cheek and down my neck, whispering into my ear. “I’m going to make you come undone for me… by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be so addicted to my cock and drunk on pleasure you’ll beg for more.”
“Mmm, Silas,” I moaned.
In one swift motion, he placed his hands on either of my ass cheeks,picking me up and carrying me to bed. He gently laid me down. Crawling on top of me, he helped me out of my nightgown. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he growled, kissing down my chest. I squirmed beneath him. His fingers trailed down my abdomen, sending tingles of anticipation over my body. His hands were rough, yet gentle. Caressing my breasts, his thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples. I arched my back, offering myself to him. I craved his touch. I craved more.
More. More. More.
Silas leaned down, his lips capturing my nipple. Sucking gently, he then nibbled lightly with his teeth. A soft gasp of pleasure left my lips. His mouth trailed down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses before reaching the apex of my thighs.
“You’re all mine.”
“I’m yours,” I repeated, the heat rose within my cheeks.
Silas smirked. Opening up my legs, he pulled my underwear off with his teeth. Tossing them to the floor, he pushed my knees open. Exposing me fully, his hands caressed my inner thighs. Crawling closer, he looped my legs over his shoulders. His hand slid to my slit. “Fuck Rosie, you’re already wet for me,” he groaned, gently rubbing his thumb against my clit.
I squirmed, letting out another pleasurable mewl.
But then he paused, tilting his head. He smiled bigger. His thumb moved in slow, circular motions. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Silas asked, looking up at me with eyes filled with lust.
I nodded, swallowing hard.
How did he know that?
Silas grinned. “Good, I’ll be gentle when I train you to take my cock.” He leaned forward, leaving small kisses against my inner thigh, traveling towards the space between my legs. He tightened his fingers, holding my legs open as his tongue grazed against my slit. My back arched. His tongue glided along my clit agonizingly slow. He sucked, licking my entrance. Swallowing and lapping up the arousal between my legs. I lowered my hand, combing my fingers through his hair. I moaned,bucking my hips against his mouth. Pleasure bubbled within me, and before I knew it I was orgasming.
Squirming, I moaned his name as he licked every last drop of my pleasure before he pulled away. Sitting on his knees, he tore off his shirt. Exposing his chiseled abs, he licked my juices off his lips. “You taste delicious,” he purred. Unbuckling his pants, he took off his belt. “Roll over,” he commanded.
I panted heavily, drunk on my own pleasure. I rolled onto my stomach without a second thought. “That’s my good girl.” Silas leaned down, reaching for my arms. He pulled them to my back, looping my wrists into his belt. He tugged, securing them in place. I tried to squirm, but my efforts were futile.
“Mmm… Silas… I want you… to make me… submit to you… please,” I moaned.
I was willingly submitting to him, but I found it more arousing for him to give me no choice but to submit to him.
I could hear the sound of his pants dropping, followed by him lining himself behind me. He teased me, rubbing his hardened cock against my folds.
