Silas: Imperial Warrior (A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Romance) (13 page)

"Okay," she said, releasing him.

Silas grinned at her and took the control back. He kissed her once more, hard and demanding this time, sweeping her up in a tidal wave of heat and desire as his lips pressed to hers and then his tongue slipped into her mouth. As he claimed her that way, his hand rested on the flat of her stomach, and he slid it lower and lower, finding the heat between her legs.

Without pausing the kiss, he nudged her legs open wider and with practiced fingers, he began to work her open and work her up. Calloused digits teased her clit and then her entrance, getting her wetter until it was easy as anything to push a finger into her.

Katia gasped and Silas broke the kiss so she could breathe, kissing down her neck and biting there, just above the start of her shoulder.

"Silas," she moaned, head tipped back against the pillows. She couldn't be still, not when he was touching her like this. Her hips bucked upwards, driving his finger deeper into her, and he grinned at her eagerness and worked another finger into her.

It was like being full of something else with how thick his fingers were, and he worked her up until she was nearly incoherent with her need for him. She was dripping wet, the sound of his fingers pressing into her again and again loud in the room.

"Silas," she moaned again. "Silas, please. I want you. I
want
you."

He grinned crookedly, but she could tell from his ragged breathing that he wanted her just as much.

"Please," she said again, and this time he nodded, pulling his fingers free.

Silas made a show of using her wetness to slick up his cock, and her eyes were wide as he moved more between her legs, lining their bodies up. She could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against her, and she whined softly, heat spreading.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his way into her. It was a tight fit, and Katia could feel herself stretching to accommodate him.

It hurt just a bit, just enough that she didn't come immediately on his length as it was pushed in, and she was grateful for the distraction. The slight pain did wonders to ebb the tide of pleasure that was pooling in her body, and she clenched her hands into fist against Silas' back, breathing through it.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked her, eyes dark with concern.

Katia shook her head at that. "Keep going," she urged him, not wanting him to stop for a second.

She was nearly shaking by the time he was fully sheathed in her, her nerves on fire with pleasure. She whimpered and clutched at him, legs shaking, fingers digging into his skin.

"You're so tight," Silas hissed, and it seemed to be an effort for him to be still. "Stars, you feel so good."

"Move," she choked out, needing more than just this overwhelming fullness. "
Please
move."

He nodded and drew out of her with agonizing slowness. The drag of his cock against the softness of her inner walls made her cry out, and liquid pleasure sparked and ignited as he pushed back in again.

At this rate, it wasn't going to take long.

She held on for dear life as he moved with her, their bodies intertwined fairly impressively for their size difference. Silas kissed her again and again, from her mouth to her neck and then back up again. One hand moved to play with her chest, teasing her nipples, tweaking and pinching them until she was breathless with how good it all was.

Katia was barely aware of anything except the point where they were connected and how much she loved the sensation of him working inside of her.

When it all became too much, she arched her back and cried out, falling over the edge that she had been skirting for the last five minutes, body going tight and rigid as her toes curled and her nails bit into Silas' skin.

And he kept moving.

Alien stamina was something to behold, clearly, because he didn't let up, still working her, still driving in and out. There was nothing slow about the rhythm now, and she knew she was going to be sore in the morning. But she didn't care. She wanted to feel it.

Katia came twice more before Silas was grunting his own pleasure, and he pulled out of her, stroking himself once, twice, three times before he came, cock twitching with his release.

"I don't think I can ever move again," Katia panted as he moved away, one arm thrown over her face.

"Is that a good thing?" Silas wanted to know.

She grinned, even though he probably couldn't see it. "Yes. Yes, it is."

"Then my work here is done."

Katia moved her arm to give him an incredulous look, but he was laughing and already making his way to the bathroom to get something to clean them up with.

She smiled and let the feeling of warmth and satisfaction wash over her.

Chapter Eight: Finding Comfort

If asked, Silas was pretty sure no one would have ever classified him as a romantic. He had never been one for going out on dates or bringing women flowers or making dinner for the woman he was seeing.

It wasn’t because he didn’t care about doing those things or because he thought they were a waste of time, he just...never had the time to do them. There was always something that needed to be fought or something he needed to go recover or someone he had to chase down, and that didn’t leave a lot of room for dating seriously.

He’d tried, of course, but coming second in his life hadn’t made a lot of women happy, so Silas was more of the casual dater. Drinks, quick meals out, maybe the occasional walk along the harbor. And of course, plenty of sex. He’d made something of a name of himself with that, and while most members of HIMA were regulars in the pleasure houses, he had never really had the time for that because other women were always chatting him up.

That was where he was comfortable, where he excelled, and so when he woke up the next morning to the sound of Katia’s alarm going off to find her wrapped in his arms and snuggled against his chest, he had to stop for a moment and take it all in.

“Mmngh,” Katia grumbled. “Don’t wanna.”

Silas laughed softly and reached over to take the little ringing device. “How do you turn this off?” he asked, voice rough from sleep.

“Red button,” she mumbled and then lifted her head to smother a yawn.

He silenced the alarm and set it back down so he could drag his hand down her bare back. “You get up absurdly early, did you know?” Silas asked. He wanted nothing more than to keep her in his arms for the rest of the morning and maybe into the afternoon, too. And he was pretty sure she’d like that as well.

Whatever her dedication to her job, it had been very late by the time they’d finally gone to sleep, and it felt like they’d barely slept at all.

“Don’t remind me,” she said, sitting up a bit and smiling when she got a proper look at him. “Hi.”

“Good morning,” Silas replied, pulling her closer and kissing her soundly. They’d only been doing this for a few hours so far, but he was so enamored with kissing her that he didn’t know how he was supposed to stop doing it. Her mouth was so soft, so pliable, and he wanted his lips on hers all the time.

“I should get up,” she sighed and glanced at her clock. “I washed up last night so I wouldn’t have to this morning, but I can’t go into work like this,”

“Like what?” Silas asked innocently.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Smelling like sex.”

“Ah, that,” he said. “I suppose you raise a good point. Do you want me to help you in the shower?”

“
No
,” she said. “That’s just going to make me late.”

“Is that the end of the world?” he wanted to know.

Katia looked at him and then glanced at her phone as if considering. “One second.”

Fifteen minutes later, when she was usually done with her shower and ready to get dressed, she was on her knees in the bathroom, using the bath mat for cushion as she took Silas’ cock into her mouth as far as it would go.

Silas had his fingers tangled into her hair, his head tipped back, and his mouth partially open because it felt
good
. Her mouth was a hot, wet delight, and he had to work hard to keep his hips still so he wouldn’t push forward and choke her. Their size difference was considerable, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

She gagged a bit as she tried to take him too deep, and he watched her pull back, leaving sticky strings of saliva connecting her mouth and his cock.

“Breathe,” he reminded her, and she glared half-heartedly at him, catching her breath for a second before she went right back to work.

Ordinarily it would have taken him ages to find his release like this, but there was something about having Katia on her knees in her own bathroom, making herself late for work to suck him off that made it all the better. He felt...
prioritized
, which was a weird way of looking at it, but made him feel warm and good all the same.

It was enough that when she wrapped a hand around his shaft to make up for the parts her mouth couldn’t reach, he shuddered, groaning her name and ending up coming in a rush, making a mess of her hand and her mouth in a way that was tempting and delicious.

He couldn’t just leave it like that, either, and already he knew that he was going to stir again. So he drew her up to her feet with gentle hands, kissed her, and then turned her so she was bent over her own bathroom counter.

“Silas,” Katia said, glancing at herself in the mirror before flushing and glancing away.

“Yes?” he asked, teasing in his tone. “You don’t want to watch yourself?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s arousing,” Silas countered. She didn’t tell him to stop when he slid a hand down her back or when he slapped her bottom with one large hand. The little yelp of surprise she gave at that was enough to have his body taking renewed interest. He slid those fingers lower, teasing her entrance and finding her wet.

"Did you like it?" he whispered to her, watching her face in the mirror. "When you had my cock in your mouth?"

She groaned and tried to hide her blush from him. "Silas."

"You're wet like you enjoyed it," he continued, like she hadn't said anything. "And you were so good for me, sucking it and giving it your full attention. You made me come. But you know what?"

"What?" she murmured, eyes wide.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Katia groaned again, but this time she pushed her bottom back and spread her legs a bit, giving him an excellent view of all she had to offer.

His fingers slid over slick folds until they were pressing inside of her, and by the time she was all worked up and open for him, he was hard all over again. Apparently when it came to her, it didn't take much, and all he wanted was to bury himself inside of that sweet heat all over again.

Last night had been wonderful, but it was just the first taste. Silas wanted to learn this woman. He wanted to figure out what made her shake and tremble and come for him. He wanted to make her scream and then do it again. He wanted his name on her lips as she fell apart.

He could easily spend the entire day naked with her, figuring out all the places on her body that would make her wet for him. But he had a comm device to put together, and she had a job to do, so he was going to have to make this quick.

Judging from the way she gasped and spread her legs wider when he pushed inside of her slowly, it wasn't going to be a problem.

That tight heat was so welcoming, and Silas groaned himself as he set a steady rhythm, back and forth, in and out. Her walls seemed to suck him back in whenever he pulled out, and he allowed it, each thrust deep and hard. He wanted to make sure she was going to feel it. When she went to work, she’d think of him because she’d still be able to feel him. He liked that thought.

“Tell me how it feels,” he growled out.

“It’s good,” she panted, biting her lip and working back onto his cock. “It feels so good.”

“Mm, good girl,” he praised teasingly. “I’m going to make you come for me.”

Usually, Silas wasn’t one for talking much during sex. He’d had some partners who had been very into him telling them what to do or offering them praise when they did something well. But this was different. He liked the way Katia blushed when he talked to her, the way she kept glancing at herself in the mirror and then away like she was embarrassed by it but turned on at the same time.

It made everything so much better, so much hotter, and soon enough he had lost that measured pace he’d begun with and was pushing into her with abandon, the sound of skin on skin loud in the small bathroom. He could feel her going tight around him. “Come on,” he urged gently. “I want to see you come for me. And I want you to see yourself, too.”

Katia whined, but it seemed like there wasn’t much she could do to hold herself back. She glanced up just when the spasms started to shake through her body, lips parted and face flushed. Silas watched her watch herself as she fell apart for him, his name a low whimper on her lips as she came undone.

And he wasn’t far behind. Was there anything better than a beautiful woman finding her release? He hadn’t found anything to match it in all the places he’d been. Just watching her and feeling her go so tight around him was enough to have him riding out his pleasure and finding his own release with a low, satisfied growl.