Free Web NovelChapter 29: _Need Him To Fuck Me
(Warning: Mature Content Ahead.)
Celeste’s POV
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I couldn’t remember the last time I was kissed this way. The last time I was touched and claimed like I actually meant something to someone. To my partner.
Before Luther broke up with me, intimacy in our relationship had taken a nosedive to celibacy county. He barely even held me in public some days, let alone make out time for sex.
It made me feel withdrawn and shy around the topic. I should’ve taken that as a clear sign he was cheating—but enough of how I’d wasted a year on a man.
Let’s talk about all the things his brother was making me feel.
Without letting go of my legs, Silas pulled away from our kiss. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss on my neck, dangerously close to my right ear. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
A moan tore out of me, feral and needy. I flung my head back, giving him easier access to my neck. He nibbled, sucked—all while his fingers caressed my upper thighs, almost ripping my jeans off me.
Grabbing his shoulders, his suit soon felt like a restriction. I wanted to feel his warmth. I wanted to touch every hair, every curve of skin on his chest, abs and arms. All of it.
And he noticed instantly, his mouth leaving my neck by a breath. "You want my clothes off, don’t you?" He asked in such a knowing way, like he was certain I’d say yes.
Of course, I did. "Y–Yes," I stuttered, squeezing my legs tight. "P–Please?"
He didn’t answer my words. Instead, he took a step back, slowly withdrawing his hands from my thighs. His hazel eyes pinned me in a trance, making me watch as he unbuttoned the suit with a deliberate calm that only made me more impatient.
I blew out a breath through my mouth, heat pooling behind my ears as he took off the suit. Underneath it was a long-sleeved black shirt, already missing two buttons and barely containing his toned muscles.
"You want me to slow down?" He whispered, leaning closer. "I can take it slow if you want."
Saying that while he stood before me like a cumulation of every wet dream I’ve had since the bond awakened made my jaw tighten.
Fuck ’slow’.
Clasping a hand around his right arm, I drew him back until our lips collided yet again. My legs wrapped around his waist, a clear indicator that I wanted him without restraint.
I wanted him to fuck any feeling of embarrassment, shame and disappointment out of me. Right here on this desk.
Silas, fortunately, didn’t hold back for another second. His hands moved, grabbing the edges of my jeans. He tugged, attempting to take it off roughly at first.
When that didn’t work, he found the button and zipper, almost ripping them off before aggressively dragging the jeans off me.
I wanted that aggressiveness. I craved it after weeks of feeling like I was ’dramatic’ or a ’slut’ for thinking Luther and I were losing our spark.
With my legs and ass bare on the cold desk surface, save for my silk white underwear, Silas brought his kiss lower. He grabbed my breasts with his left hand, right hand already pressing my thighs hard, fingers going beneath.
"Look at you," Silas groaned, lips hovering just right above my cleavage. "Already so soaked for me." His thumb placed pressure on my cunt, making me gasp uncontrollably. "Who’s making you wet?"
The question took me off guard.
Dirty talk was something Luther did sparingly. I—
—Why the fuck do I keep comparing everything to my awful time with that European cum sack?
"You!" I shouted almost too enthusiastically, taking off the buttons on his shirt. "I need you to fuck me, Silas."
Those words were like the light to a fuse. He growled, hand roaming up my bare back. He kissed me again, tongue sliding into my mouth and taking me like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.
As he did that, my hands went busy. They trailed across his chest, tugging at the shirt until he absentmindedly took it off himself. His hand on my back made work of my blouse, taking it off and leaving my bra.
That wasn’t enough; his fingers unstrapped my bra until my boobs received fresh air that didn’t just come from changing clothing or having a bath.
’We’re getting laid today, girls.’ I thought, wrapping my right arm around his neck for support.
He gave me a little breathing space when he took his lips away from mine—that’s if you’d call it that. Now he brought his mouth to my melons. His fingers fondled softly, sending jolts of arousal I haven’t felt in ages.
Then in a few seconds, he took in my right nipple. I couldn’t hold back, falling on the desk until his free arm had to hold me still. "Mmph..." I moaned. "Fuck—Silas..."
He didn’t stop, his tongue tracing circles around my hardened nipple until I felt like screaming. I arched, all ten fingers splayed across his chest.
Subconsciously, my hands went lower, searching for the wound from last night. It should be on the left side of his stomach—
"Argh..." His face left my chest when my fingers pressed too hard on the spot.
Crap... It was still bandaged. And even though it felt like it was healing, the gash was present enough to have stung when I touched it.
"I’m... I’m so sorry," I stuttered, watching how his face twisted with pain. "We—"
"It’s fine," he rasped, a smirk curving his mouth. "It’ll heal. Just still stings a bit." While he spoke, his hands parted my legs. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Before I could think, he knelt, positioning himself between my thighs. His eyes followed every movement mine made, smile widening as he pulled my underwear gently.
Taking it off, his gaze fleeted to my entrance, not leaving for another second. "Beautiful..." Was all he said before burying his face in me.
I shuddered, right hand curling into his brown hair. When his tongue slid into me, the room echoed with my moans.
And this was barely the beginning—
