Page 65 of Lust
I wake up with a smile on my face. I’m perfectly sore in all the right places.
I lost count of how many times Silas and I had sex last night, although the first time would be the only time I would think counts as making love. The rest were definitely sex as I became completely insatiable for him.
He didn’t seem to mind at all. It’s like we were both trying to make up for months of waiting in one night.
I hear water running in the bathroom and make my way there.
Silas turns around when he hears me come in. “I thought a hot bath might help any sore muscles,” he says.
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him.
We climb into the tub together and soak in the warmth. It really does feel nice on the body after last night, and Silas washing me makes me feel spoiled.
My stomach rumbles, killing the peaceful moment we had and causing Silas to chuckle.
“I sent for brunch to be served. We should get to that since we burned lots of energy last night,” he says.
I’m so relaxed that my body feels like Jello, but Silas helps me up like he was expecting me to not be able to move much.
We sit down in our personal dining room where lots of food is spread out. It all looks amazing. I could probably eat it all right now, but I wouldn’t want to horrify Silas.
“What do you think Lorenzo is going to do?” I ask as we are eating.
Silas smirks.
“I forgot that’s who was next. He won’t admit it, but he’s frightened to find his bride. He’s terrified she won’t accept himfor who he is, and he’s worried his anger might scare her away,” he states.
I shake my head.
“I think she will be able to handle more than he thinks. Look at you, you’re lust and you waited until I was ready to have sex. I didn’t feel one ounce of pressure from you to have sex before I was ready. That was one of the reasons I knew I could trust you with my body.”
“I told him that it’s different with your bride. You don’t feel the pull of your powers, and it’s simply just you and her. I don’t think any of them will understand until they experience it for themselves though,” he says.
“I have a feeling she’s going to feel some of her own anger once she comes down here and meets the family,” I tell him.
“Why’s that?” he asks in confusion.
I smirk at him.
“She knows who your dad is, and she thinks he’s just a regular at her work.”
He winces.
“Yeah, that won’t be good,” he replies.
We talk for a bit longer before heading back into the bedroom for some more fun. Silas was about to protest, saying I needed to heal since I was probably sore, but I reminded him that I had the ability to heal myself from anything.
I loved the aches and pains though; they were a good reminder of what happened between Silas and me. I love the dark look in his eyes when he can’t hold back from giving me everything he has.
He told me that he would be willing to try anything I wanted to experience, and be involved in any fantasy I might have, just as long as it wasn’t adding someone into the bedroom. He wouldn’t share me under any circumstances.
I had to agree with him though; I hated the thought of anyone else but me touching him. No one else will get to see or feel him ever again.
There are many positions I wanted to try though, and I couldn’t wait.
Furcas
I can’t help but smirk when I feel it.
