14. Mika

MIKA

"Oh god! Silas! Oh my god. I'm coming!" I scream, that magical tongue of his fucking me into oblivion as he somehow manages to be in me and lick my clit at the same time. My mind goes blank, everything narrowing down to the pure, blissful sensations he"s creating. It"s as if he has this supernatural ability to know exactly what I need, when I need it. My thighs tremble with the aftershocks of my climax, and I try to catch my breath, but Silas isn't slowing down one bit. He's relentless, his tongue delving deeper and sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I grip the sheets, my knuckles turning white, and gasp for air like I've been drowning.

"Silas! Please!" I beg, not sure if I'm asking for mercy or more. Probably both.

He growls against me, a deep, primal sound that reverberates through my entire body. It's clear he has no intention of stopping, and my body responds in kind, building up for yet another wave.

"Holy! Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!"

Another orgasm tears through me, violent and overwhelming. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure. Each touch, each flick and fuck of his tongue, sending electric bolts of pure bliss through me. I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him, wanting—no, needing—more.

"Mika," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper against my slick skin. The vibrations of his words send a shiver down my spine, making me even more desperate for him. "I could do this all day."

"You"re—you"re gonna kill me," I manage to gasp out between ragged breaths.

He chuckles, and it"s a dark, sexy sound that wraps around me like a velvet blanket. "Nah, sweetheart. Just making sure you never want me to sleep outside again."

I don't have the energy to respond with words. Instead, I grab his hair, pulling him up so I can kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

The kiss is fiery, all teeth and desperation, but it's perfect. I can still feel the aftershocks of his relentless tongue work, every nerve in my body on high alert. His hands trail my my sides until he's gripping the back of my thigh and tugging me against him, his long, thick cock grinding against my sensitive core. I moan into his mouth.

"Tell me you're mine forever," he growls, his voice rough and needy, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

"I—" I gasp, words escaping me as his cock teases my entrance. The anticipation is intoxicating, making my head spin.

"Say it," he demands, his lips brushing against mine, teeth nipping, the heat between us becoming almost unbearable.

"I"m yours," I whisper, my voice trembling but filled with certainty. "Forever."

The moment the word leaves my lips, Silas thrusts into me, hard and fast, drawing a cry from deep within me. My body arches against him, our sweat-slicked skin sliding and searing together. He stills for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every inch of him pulsating inside me. It"s like he"s branding me from the inside out, staking his claim in the most primal way possible.

"God, Mika," he mutters, his voice barely audible, more a growl than anything else. "You"re perfect."

His words ignite something in me, a fierce hunger that overtakes every bit of caution, every flicker of doubt. I dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer if that"s even possible. It's like I can feel the bond between us growing stronger with each passing second, a connection that goes beyond the physical. It's like our souls are intertwining, becoming one. The sensation is overwhelming, but also incredibly beautiful, and I can't help but gasp at the intensity of it.

"Silas," I cry out. "This is… I've never felt anything like this before."

"Neither have I," he replies, his breath hot against my neck. He starts moving again, slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. I can feel every ridge and vein of him as he slides in and out, and it's driving me wild.

The pressure builds, a slow burn that makes my whole body tingle with anticipation. His movements are measured, but the desire in his eyes tells me he's barely holding on, teetering on the edge of control. His hand slides up my thigh, gripping my hip with possessive strength, and I let out a whimper of need, my body arching into him, craving more.

"Please…" I beg, my voice a mere whisper, the words barely escaping my lips. The need between my thighs is unbearable, a throbbing ache only he can soothe.

His eyes darken with lust, and he leans forward, his lips brushing my ear. "Say it again," he growls. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," I repeat, the words tinged with a desperate longing that surprises even me. "I'm yours."

With a low growl of approval, Silas plunges deeper, his pace quickening, transforming our shared rhythm into something fierce and wild. Each thrust is a wave of pleasure crashing over me, his length filling me completely, igniting every nerve ending like a live wire. I cling to him, nails raking down his back, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

"Mika," he groans, burying his face in my neck. His tongue flicks across my skin. "Let me mark you. Let me claim you completely."

The desperate need in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his breath hot against my neck, his teeth scraping delicately over my skin, hinting at the bite to come. And as he fills me again and again with his thrusts, a primal, instinctive need rises within me that I can"t ignore. "Do it," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Mark me, Silas. I'm yours."

His growl transforms into a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through my entire body. He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with me, the blue depths of his irises flashing amber beneath the dim light—a sign of his shifter nature slipping through. There"s no turning back now, and I don't want there to be.

The moment his teeth sink into my neck, a mix of pain and ecstasy floods me, intensifying every sensation. I cry out, and Silas's thrusts grow more urgent, more demanding, as he marks me, claiming me in a way that sends us both spiraling into oblivion. The pain from his bite quickly morphs into a searing pleasure that radiates through my entire body. My fingertips dig into his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as I ride the waves of sensation.

I can feel the bond snapping into place, a tether that links us in ways words could never explain. Silas"s breathing becomes ragged, his rhythm erratic as he reaches his peak. With a final, shuddering thrust, we both fall over the edge, a symphony of gasps and moans filling the air. My vision blurs, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure and the stark realization that this moment has changed everything. And I'll never be alone again.