Page 34 of Silver Sinner

Despite my intent to stay awake and watch over her, I end up falling asleep, lured by her warmth at my side and the satisfying taste of her on her tongue. A dreamless sleep takes over me in which I drift through nothingness, until warmth nudges under my ear. That warmth moves down my neck and in a blink, my eyes open.

Warm weight settles across my hips and as I blink, Layla's lips trail from my neck to my jaw.

"Layla?"

Her head lifts and her dark eyes lock onto mine. "Please," she whispers and her hips roll down onto my cock that hasn't softened in the hours I've been asleep. "I want to. I know you want to. Please. I want more. Please, Pierce."

I am a weak man.

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LAYLA

"Layla…" Pierce purrs my name like it's the very vibration in his chest that follows each breath. His hands slide up my thighs and rest at the crest of my waist, his eyes lidded and dark in the soft light streaming in through my window.

"Please," I repeat softly, angling my hips down on the hard ridge he's been sporting since he carried me to bed. I'd seen it when he tucked me up, felt it against my leg when we cuddled, but he'd been more concerned with caring for me and I let him. Whether it was adrenaline or the sheer rush of relief that he came through for me, it didn't matter.

In the kitchen, I wanted him.

On the couch, I wanted him.

And here in bed, after a few hours of sleep filled with heated dreams about what Pierce could do to me, I want him. I'm close to begging, unable to even acknowledge the nerves and shyness that simmers in the back of my mind because the hungry, aching want for him in my core is so strong.

"Please…" It slips from me softly, and I lean down until my breasts press against his chest and I cup his face with one hand. The soft hairs across his jaw tickle my fingertips, and I bring myself close enough that my lips brush his while I speak, without actually kissing him. "What do I have to do to get you to fuck me? I know you want to. I can feel it. It's all I can think about. Help me, Pierce. Please. I'll do⁠—"

He flips me over with a tightening of his hands against my hips. I'm nestled between the pillows and his mouth closes over mine with a deep, powerful kiss that presses me into the mattress. He could kiss me right through it and I'd come back for more.

The lightness and acceptance that swelled in my chest when he went down on me earlier is an addictive, exhilarating sensation, and I'm chasing it even now, in the darkness where the shadows hide the swell and curves of my body. Pierce doesn't seem to care. He kisses like he's trying to devour me while his hands roam my body in sweeping caresses. He tugs my shirt from my body, grabs handfuls of my breasts, and traps each nipple between the knuckles of his fingers. The slightest pressure is enough to make me arch into him with a soft moan, and he uses that surge to slide right between my legs and thrusts his hard, clothed cock against me.

"I don't have a condom," he murmurs against my lips, dragging his tongue along the swell of my lower lip.

"Left," I gasp, threading my hands into his thick hair. "T-Top drawer."

Pierce kisses me again and then his weight momentarily vanishes from my chest. I try to track him in the dark, but all that stands out are the silver streaks in his hair like drops of moonlight. The drawer hisses nearby, packaging wrinkles, and then he's back over me while kissing me once more. Each roll of his eager hips matches the frantic, desperate rhythm of my heart. It beats so loud he must be able to hear it.

"Layla…"

I could drown in the way he purrs my name.

"Are you sure?"

The kiss breaks, and I clasp his cheeks with both hands, holding him above me and locking onto the streetlight glint caught in his dark eyes.

"I will beg," I whisper hoarsely. "I will beg until the only thing coming out of me is my pleading prayer that you will fuck me."

He laughs softly and our noses brush together, then Pierce vanishes completely. For a long few seconds, I lay there panting with my core twitching, my nipples aching, and my body throbbing for a man who's melted into the shadows. I'm almost scared I dreamed the entire thing and I was just making out with my pillow.

Then, he's back. The warmth of his bare thighs against mine sends a surge of excitement through my chest. His cock rests against the inside crease of my hip, and when he kisses me, his warm, bare chest presses down against me with soft curls of hair across my breasts.

He took his clothes off.

I'm giddy with excitement, barely able to breathe as our mouths join in a lazy exchange while his strong hands roam my body. Touching his bare shoulders is exhilarating, and once I start, I can't stop. The strong, sloping planes of muscles curve and bend underneath my fingers, while several raised bumps on his back give me pause.

Scars?

Expected, perhaps, for a man his age… but where would he get so many? It's a fleeting thought kissed out of my mind by his hot tongue weaving across my own, and one of his hands trailing down between my legs. His cock still rests like a beacon against my thigh, hot and thick enough to send my mind spiraling with fantasy that is soon to become a reality.

Pierce is… gentle. Careful. He slides two fingers through my pussy and dips them into me, making me arch and gasp against his lips. He hums softly and breaks the kiss, burying his face in the crook of my shoulder where he lavishes kiss after wet kiss against my throat. His fingers inside me thrust and curl, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me, and they collide with the sparks that fly in my gut when the rough pad of his thumb glides over my clit.