Silas: Imperial Warrior (A Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Romance) (21 page)

Katia could already feel him getting hard under her, and she gasped softly when he rocked his hips up, pressing down with her own to meet him right there in the middle.

They were good at that.

"I don't need you to think," she said.

Silas' eyes had bled dark with his desire for her, and it stole her breath to see it. He was so attractive like this. Skin dusky in the soft light from the lamp on the end table, hair curling gently over his collar, eyes like deep pools.

"What would you have me do, then?" he asked, and his voice was so deep and low that it sent shivers racing down her spine and straight to her core.

It seemed effortless, how good he was at this, and she was stunned, even now, at the reactions he could pull from her, just with his voice or his hands on her or a look.

When she didn't respond right away, he leaned in closer, catching her chin in one hand and holding her in place. "Tell me," he said, and it was half an order and half a passionate request.

Either way, there was no question of her not obeying. She licked her lips and then swallowed hard. "I need you to take me," she whispered, her own voice rough with how much she wanted this man.

Silas chuckled. "It would be a pleasure. But first..." He kept his hold on her chin and then slid a hand down from her waist to her butt, groping it before he managed to work a hand under her skirt. "Lift up," he murmured.

Katia complied, raising her hips and letting him pull her underwear down. Together they managed to get them off and tossed to the side, and Silas brought that questing hand around to the front of her body.

She could feel her pulse in her crotch at this point, her body primed and tight like a bowstring, aching for his touch. Without her panties in the way, it was clear that she was wet for him, and she bit her lip when his fingers rubbed between her folds.

"Look at you," Silas murmured. "So good for me. So wet. I love you like this."

"Do you?" Katia asked on a gasp as he worked a finger inside of her and then rubbed her clit with his thumb. Sparks of pleasure danced up her body, and she shivered at the sensation.

Silas inclined his head. "Yes. But mostly I just love you."

They had never said those words so directly before. It was sort of understood that they were in love, even if they didn't say it, but it felt so good to hear it. Katia bit her lip, and tears welled in her eyes. She brought up a hand to brush them away, but Silas caught it with the hand that wasn't busy between her legs and then released her to wipe her eyes gently himself. "Don't cry," he whispered.

"I love you, too," Katia said and leaned forward to kiss him hard. It was such a contrast from the gentle way he was teasing her with his fingers, but she liked that. She liked that the kiss turned biting and messy while he stroked her like she was something soft and delicate.

"Good," he murmured back hoarsely when the kiss finally broke, and they were both short of breath.

His fingers were getting her all worked up, and she moaned his name when he added another one, stretching her just the slightest bit and making her rock her hips almost like she was riding his hand.

"Is this because I argued with your parents?" Silas asked when she was nearly an incoherent mess in his lap.

"Don't talk about my parents when you're—mmm, god right there—when you've got your fingers in me."

He laughed at that and pulled his fingers free of her, making a show of drawing them up to his mouth and licking them clean.

Her face flushed, and she only wanted him that much more.

In another stunning act of teamwork (and coordination since both of them were so far gone with lust), they got Silas' pants open and his cock out.

Katia didn't ever think she'd get tired of looking at him like this. He was flushed and hard, jutting up from out of his pants just for her. She'd done that to him, and it made her smug and even hornier all at the same time.

"I want you," she said, looking up to meet his eyes.

"You can have me," he replied, and he held himself steady while she sank down onto him.

He filled her so completely, like nothing else she'd ever had before. Two of his fingers hadn't been enough to get her completely open for him, but he knew that she liked it like that. She liked to feel him inside of her and feel the stretch and the way it lingered for hours afterwards.

They took it slow, Katia lowering herself inch by inch, shuddering and whimpering at how good it was. "Silas. Silas, oh my god," she gasped out, and she was already right on the edge of falling apart for him by the time she got all the way down.

His head was tipped back, chest rising and falling quickly as he panted. Silas always seemed composed, but she could see the signs that this was affecting him as well. The way a flush had risen in his cheeks, the way his hands shook on her waist, the way his lips were parted as he panted. It was a good look for him, and she loved knowing that she was the one who got him to this state. Just her.

When his fingers tightened around her waist, she couldn't be still any longer. With exaggerated slowness, she worked her way back up his shaft, the drag of his hard, heated flesh against her inner walls was sweet, sweet friction, and she moaned and then sank back down.

The pace was slow and measured, taking time to savor every movement and really get all she could out of each one.

Silas let her move as she pleased, groaning her name and pushing his hips up to meet her.

Of course, that didn't last for very long.

Sometimes Silas was impatient, and she'd already told him how much she liked it when he was in control.

In a matter of moments he managed to get her off of his lap and switch their positions on the couch so that she was on her elbows and knees and he was kneeling behind her. The height difference made it so he had to urge her hips upward and her legs open, putting everything on display for his gaze.

And he was definitely looking. She could feel those eyes on her intimate places, and Katia knew she was soaking wet for him at this point. She could feel it on her thighs, and Silas would know that was all for him.

"I like you like this," he said, aiming a slap to her bottom that made her moan and press back for more. "You seem so eager for it."

"I am," she groaned. "Silas, please. I can't take the teasing, I'll lose it."

"Maybe that's what I want," he said, definitely still teasing.

Katia snorted, and it was half muffled by the fact that her face was in a couch cushion. "You like it when I lose it on your cock," she said. "So please, can I?"

Her voice was pitched in supplication, and Silas groaned in response, letting her know that she was definitely on the right track.

"You are a tease, did you know that?"

"No, I didn't, because you're the one doing the teasing," she pointed out.

That seemed to be enough to get him to do something, because before she knew it, he was pressing back inside of her. This angle offered all kinds of possibilities, not in the least, a deeper angle. When he pulled back and then pushed in again, she could feel it in every part of her, and that white hot tide of pleasure built and built and built until she was breathless with it.

Whatever evenness had been in Silas' pace before was gone when she started going tight around him, and he pounded into her in a way that ensured she'd feel that in the morning.

She lost control of herself, moaning and crying out for him, and when she came, it was with a rush and a near scream of his name, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her and drag her under.

Silas wasn't far behind, his breath catching as he followed her over the edge.

Later that night, they lay entwined in bed together, holding hands, legs tangled, and Katia's head on his chest. She was tired and pleasantly sore, and the irritation from the visit with her parents was long gone.

Spring was in full swing now, but it was still chilly enough that they had the blankets pulled high, and Katia was grateful for Silas' considerable body heat. It had kept her warm all winter, and she was rapidly becoming dependent on it to help her fall asleep. In the summer, when it was too warm to be this close, she was going to be unhappy. Or she'd crank her air conditioning. Either one.

"I meant what I said," Silas murmured into the silence when Katia was nearly asleep, and she opened her eyes, but didn't move.

"About what?" she asked.

"About loving you."

The smile that spread over her face was warm and soft with sleep. "Good. I meant what I said, too."

"I'm glad. Because I want to stay here with you for as long as you'll let me. I know I said I wasn't going to pressure you, and I meant that, but...I don't want to leave you."

That suited her just fine. At this point, she couldn't imagine her life without him in it. "What if you get bored?" she asked, just because she needed to know.

"I won't. You're never boring."

She dropped a kiss to his chest and snuggled almost impossibly closer. "Good. How does forever sound?"

"Like an excellent plan."

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