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“In every way.” The words left me on a gust.

“Every way,” he rumbled, and he angled down so he could take my mouth.

Kissing me so deeply that he became the air within me as he began to move. Pulling back and thrusting in these slow, rigid, mind-bending strokes that nearly made me pass out with each one.

Pleasure glinted at the edges of my sight. At the edges of my spirit.

Friction and light.

He angled his head back an inch to take me in, his words a coarse scrape. “So tight and perfect. This sweet little cunt. Knew you were going to be perfect. Knew you would do me in.”

He kept kissing me, and I was kissing him back. Letting the frenzy take control as we gave ourselves over.

Silas increased his pace. Rocking and snapping his hips in a quickening that blustered through me so dynamically that it almost felt like grief.

Like loss because I was letting a piece of myself go while finally finding myself completely.

I struggled to touch him everywhere.

His face. His sides. His ridiculously perfect ass.

I met him thrust for thrust. Welcoming the streaks of pleasure that speared through me with each urgent jut.

Our names were moans that tumbled from our tongues. Whispering our belief into the other as we submitted to this dizzying dance.

“Brinley.”

“Silas.”

“Wildfire.”

“King.”

Our bodies rolled.

Boneless.

Liquid.

Creating a new mold.

And it grew and grew. Shaped and formed and swelled and surged.

“Silas,” I panted as he drove me toward the type of bliss I’d never known.

That buzz I’d felt the moment I met him hummed.

Amplifying the connection that strummed between us.

A mystifying song that I didn’t know the words to but fully understood.

Silas worked me over. His body undulating in surging, claiming waves.

Skin stretched taut over his muscles, his breaths short and rasping as he fed them to me.

“Nothing like this. Nothing like being in you. The feel of you wrapped around my cock. Don’t know myself anymore, Brinley. Don’t recognize what it’s like to feel this way.”

It was a tumble of confusion and dominance.