Chapter 305: Now Take It *

Silas hauled her up by the shoulders and kissed her hard, the water cascading over them both in a warm, relentless sheet. Her mouth opened under his, tasting of him and steam, and he drank her in like a man who had been dying of thirst. His hands slid down her slick back, gripping the curve of her ass, pulling her flush against him so that his still-sensitive cock pressed between them. She made a soft, needy sound into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He broke the kiss only long enough to spin her around.

One firm hand on her hip, the other between her shoulder blades, he turned her until her palms met the wet tile. She went willingly, arching her back, presenting herself without a word. Water ran down the line of her spine, pooled in the hollow at the base of it, then spilled over the pale, perfect swell of her ass.

Silas looked at her for a second that felt like an eternity, white hair dark with water, blue eyes glancing back over her shoulder, lips parted, and something primal locked into place behind his ribs.

He stepped in close, the head of his cock sliding along the cleft of her, finding her already soaked and open. One thrust and he buried himself to the hilt.

Chloe’s cry bounced off the tiles, sharp and broken. Her fingers splayed against the wall as he bottomed out, the stretch sudden and deep. Silas held there, hips pressed tight to her ass, feeling her walls flutter around him, clenching and adjusting. He bent over her, mouth against her ear, voice rough.

"You wanted to punish me," he said. "Now take it."

He pulled back almost all the way and slammed home again. The force drove her forward; her forehead nearly touched the tile. She pushed back into him just as hard, meeting every stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the shower, louder than the water, rhythmic and filthy. Silas set a brutal pace from the start- no teasing, no building. He fucked her like he meant to leave bruises on her hips and the memory of him in every nerve.

His hands locked on her waist, fingers digging in hard enough to mark. He used the leverage to yank her back onto his cock with every thrust, burying himself so deep her breath punched out of her in short, helpless gasps.

Chloe’s arms trembled; she braced harder, pushing her ass higher, opening herself wider. The angle let him grind against that perfect spot inside her on every stroke, and she started making those high, broken sounds she only ever made when she was close to losing control.

"Silas... fuck... yes..."

He reached around and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing tight, relentless circles while he kept pounding into her. Her whole body jerked. Her walls clamped down around him like a fist.

He growled against the back of her neck and fucked her through it, never slowing, never giving her a second to recover. Water streamed down her back, over his hands, between them where they joined. Steam thickened until the world was nothing but heat and the wet, filthy sounds of him taking her.

He changed the angle, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair. He pulled her head back, arching her spine harder, and drove into her with short, savage strokes that made her thighs shake. Chloe’s mouth fell open on a continuous moan. Her nails scraped the tile. He could feel her getting tighter, wetter, the slick sounds of their bodies growing louder, more obscene.

"You feel that?" he rasped. "How fucking deep I am? This is what you get for sneaking in here and wrecking me first."

She tried to answer and managed only a broken "Please..." that dissolved into a sob of pleasure when he slammed home particularly hard. He kept the grip on her hair and used it to hold her exactly where he wanted her while his other hand left her hip and found one of her breasts, pinching the nipple between wet fingers, rolling it until she cried out again.

The pressure built in him fast, but he refused to stop. He wanted her to come first, wanted to feel her fall apart around him while he was still buried deep. He shifted again, bent his knees slightly, and started fucking up into her with long, punishing strokes that dragged the head of his cock over every sensitive place inside her. Chloe’s legs nearly gave out. He caught her with an arm around her waist, holding her up while he continued the relentless rhythm.

"Come for me," he ordered, voice raw. "Come on my cock so I can feel it."

Her orgasm hit like a wave, violent and full-body. Her walls spasmed around him in tight, rhythmic pulses that nearly dragged him over with her. A long, broken cry tore out of her throat; her arms slipped, and she would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her. Silas fucked her through every second of it, grinding deep, letting her milk him, feeling the wet heat of her release slide down his cock and over his balls.

He didn’t stop.

Even as the last tremors left her, he kept thrusting, slower now but just as deep, drawing out the aftershocks until she was whimpering and shaking in his arms. Only when she started pushing back against him again, greedy even in the haze, did he let go of the last of his control.

He straightened, both hands on her hips, and fucked her with everything he had left. The wet slap of their bodies echoed. His balls drew up tight. Heat coiled at the base of his spine and then exploded outward. He buried himself to the root and came with a guttural sound, pulsing deep inside her in thick, endless surges. Chloe moaned at the feel of it, clenching around him deliberately, taking every drop.

They stayed locked together under the spray while the last aftershocks faded. Silas’s forehead rested between her shoulder blades; his breath came in harsh pants against her skin. Slowly he eased out of her. Come and water mixed and ran down the insides of her thighs. She made a soft, satisfied sound at the loss.

He turned her gently this time, gathering her against his chest. The water had started to cool, but neither of them moved to adjust it. Chloe’s arms slid around his neck; she pressed her face into the hollow of his throat and breathed him in.

"You’re mine," she murmured against his skin, the same words she had spoken earlier, only softer now, spent and certain. Silas kissed the top of her head, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth. His hands stroked slow paths down her back, soothing the marks he had left.

"Always was," he answered.