15. Silas

With a low purr, Emily pushes me against the cool stone wall of the stairwell with her body pressed against mine. The dimly lit corridor, empty save for the flickering of a single sconce, can hold another secret tonight.

My mind is warring. I should stop, tell her why Im here, talk about my demons … but this girl and that fire in her body, the way shes kissing me, bruising her mouth with my own … I cannot, for the life of me, stop.

She hikes up her dress, revealing a glimpse of lace-trimmed panties, as she wraps her legs around my waist. My hand slips under the fabric, grabbing hold of her generous bottom, groaning as I feel the heat of her seep into my palm.

We kiss with a hunger bordering on desperation, tongues entwining, moans spreading between mouths. Silas, she cries out, as I curl my fingers around her throat, kissing her with savage abandon.

I want you, I tell her. You have no idea how badly I want you. I pin her against the wall, taking control. I nip at her jaw before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck.

Our bodies press together with a heat that can ignite this very mansion. Emilys hands are on fire, desperate to explore every inch of my skin. I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her up against the wall, kissing her everywhere.

Breathless and aching, we break apart for only a moment before Emily takes control, devouring my neck with hungry kisses, her teeth grazing my collarbone. Shivers run down my spine, my heart pounds, I dont know what is happening to me.

I growl low in my throat, unable to contain my desire any longer. I need her bare, aching for me. I grab her cheeks and squeeze. Do you want me?

Yes, she pants. Take me right here, and now.

Her hands work my pants open, freeing me from my constraints, until she moans with delight as her delicate fingers encounter my rigid cock.

She breaks the kiss and begins working my cock with deliberate movements. Stroking me slowly, she feels me twitch in her grasp with a triumphant little smile.

What? I ask roughly, tilting her chin to stare deeper into her eyes.

Nothing, she says lightly. I like how ready you are.

Her strokes grow more coaxing, her palm wrapping around the entirety of my girth, drawing out think ropes of precum from the tip.

This wont do.

Lets see how ready you are, I respond, wheeling her around so her back is to me. I pull her panties down her thighs, before spanking her on her ass cheeks, hard.

She cries out, extending her hands to rest them on the wall as I slide my fingers between her legs. Her core is wet, almost swollen, soaked with arousal.

With a growl of approval, I kneel. I dip my head and bury my face between her thighs, teasing her with feather-light kisses, lapping up the sweet nectar dripping from her.

She murmurs, bucking her hips, arching against my tongue, and tilting her head back in ecstasy.

Youre driving me insane, I murmur against her pussy, pausing to nip the tender lips with my teeth. Youre making me mad, and I cant fucking wait any longer.

I stand up and turn her to face me. Positioning herself, she guides me to her entrance, and with a slow, tortuous pace, impales herself on me.

This has never happened to me before. Ive never had a woman look at me with eyes holding danger, pulling me to her, her leg resting against my arm as she fucks herself with my cock.

Fuck, I had no idea what I was missing out on.

And it feels … right. Like I was meant to wait all this while, because this place, right now, with her, is how it was meant to go down.

We gasp as I fill her completely, our bodies joined as one. Slowly at first, then picking up speed, she begins to ride me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.

My hips meet each thrust until the stairwell echoes with the rhythm of our bodies slamming into each other. The stairs beneath us creaked in time with our movements, the only sound in the quiet house save for our ragged breaths and low moans of pleasure.

Emilys perfect breasts bounce with each stroke, her hardened nipples aching for attention. I lower my mouth to one flushed nipple, flicking my tongue across it before biting gently. She releases a soft breath and whispers my name, immediately clenching her pussy around my shaft.

It feels fucking delicious.

My hand clenches the banister, bracing myself as she, wild and wanton, rides me with abandon. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her moans echoing through the vacant space, each one like molten lava on my skin.

I growl out her name, low and guttural, my shirt already a casualty of our frenzied passion. We become a tangle of limbs and desire, our bodies fitting and falling apart like two halves of a whole.

Barely keeping my sanity intact, I pull away for one quick second.

She sticks her lip out, her breath coming in torn gasps. What? Why are we stopping?

Im not stopping, I tell her brusquely. I pick her up in my arms and go up the stairs as quickly as I can. At the top, I find the first room. It has to work, whatever it is.

I barely see the furniture inside, save for a couch, with a mirror positioned on the other end of it. I drop down on the couch, positioning her on top of me, compelling her to sink into my cock, swallow me whole.

Her long, arched back rises deliciously in the mirror. I watch her tilt her head back, mouth open as she rides me. Up and down she goes, hips grinding against mine, her wet heat enveloping me in a viselike grip.

My skin is slick with sweat, mine and hers. I sink my teeth into the base of her long neck, relishing in how she shudders and moans as I lift my hips, fucking her harder, faster.

Oh God, oh God, she calls out.

Say my name, I utter roughly, as she draws me deep within her, before retreating ever so slowly, only to plunge me back in with relentless fervor. She has her tricks, this minx.

So do I. I grasp her waist and pin her in place. Then, with my hips lifted, I enter her with ten strokes, each one faster than the last. I go all the way in, pull out entirely, then repeat. At number ten, her legs have begun trembling like jelly.

Her fingers entwine in my hair, mouth parted as she wordlessly pleads for more. Her eyes are locked on mine. The flames in her irises kindle a fire within me. No water can quench this.

My desperate, famished hands roam her body, grasping her hips, waist, breast, molding her to me, my mind whirling with thoughts of her, only her.

God, Emily, I pant, my voice a strangled moan. Im going to?—

Yes, she gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Give me everything, Silas. I want it all.

And I do. Her nails rake down my back, hips bucking against mine in a frenzy of desire as my climax boils over, my vision exploding into a thousand white-hot stars.

Dear God, Im coming too, she half-moans, half-whispers, shuddering so hard I have to steady her in my arms. We plunge over the precipice together, my cock buried deep in her core, her milking every last inch of it, clenching, releasing, until there is nothing left.

Look at you, I say quietly, as our reflections in the mirror stare at me. She is still in my arms, her long back to the mirror. Youre exquisite.

She is. Shes nothing like anyone Ive ever known in the almost-forty years of my existence.

Ever so slowly, we catch our breaths and break apart. A silence descends between us. Theres no undoing what has just happened, but Im not so sure I would want it to be any different.

Emily moves over to a window and pushes it open, inhaling the nights air, heady with the scent of ripe grapes. Her fingers toy with an errant curl falling upon her forehead. Outside, an owl hoots somewhere.

Shes uninhibited for someone who can be so … caught up in her own thoughts. Shes a woman of contradictions, and perhaps that is singularly the reason for her exquisiteness. Theres a visceral quality to her beauty, it extends beyond the mere physicality of her being.

Its almost like night has claimed her, bred her to be wild and free, but the world has tried too hard to tame her spirit.

My trousers, I remember, are lying on the stairs. I mumble an excuse and slip out of the room, returning only when I have them back on. By this time, Ive had the chance to gather my thoughts.

Emily, I note with immense satisfaction, has nothing on, barring the silver moonbeams that fall on her olive skin, somehow clothing her in a way no fabric ever could. I sigh and look around me. It seems I am in one of the multiple guest rooms in this darned mansion.

Harveys mansion always intimidated me. I felt it was too excessive, too rich, too much of everything. But sitting here, on this couch, watching this lovely girl, naked and dipped in moonlight, I could almost believe in an alternate reality.

I take off my crumpled shirt and walk over to her. Put this on, I tell her.

She shoots me a side glance and takes the shirt with no scathing remark.

I—I really am sorry about what happened back at Finns place. I was pretty rough.

You were downright stupid, she observes with a little shrug. But from what I know, people usually react very stupidly when theyre trying to fight something.

She angles her body so shes leaning against the wall by the window. I guess the question, Silas, is this. What are you fighting? And what does it have to do with me?