Eve’s head fell back against his shoulder as pleasure built with devastating speed. The angle was perfect...Silas hitting spots deep inside that made her toes curl.
"How long...." Eve managed. "How long have you been...."
"Inside you? About ten minutes. You didn’t even wake up at first. Just made these sweet little sounds and got wetter." His pace increased slightly. "I could have fucked you while you slept. Could have made you co without you even knowing. But I wanted you awake for this. Wanted you to feel everything I’m going to do to you."
His hand slid down her body, finding her clit, and Eve’s hips bucked instinctively.
"That’s it," Silas encouraged. "Feel it. Let make you fall apart."
He worked her thodically...his cock moving in steady, devastating strokes while his fingers circled her clit with maddening precision. The dual stimulation built pleasure fast, and within minutes Eve was trembling on the edge.
"Co," Silas ordered. "Right now. Let feel you clench around ."
The orgasm rolled through her in waves...not explosive like Damon’s had been, but deeper, longer, leaving her shaking and gasping.
Silas didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. Just kept moving, kept building her toward another peak before she’d recovered from the first.
"Silas, please...."
"Please what? Please stop? Please harder? Please more?" His teeth found her earlobe. "You’re going to have to be more specific."
"More," Eve gasped. "Please, more..."
Silas pulled out suddenly, and Eve whimpered at the loss. But before she could protest, he was moving her....positioning her in ways that made her muscles protest.
He had her on her knees, but not the standard position. Instead, he pushed her chest down to the mattress, pulled her arms behind her back and held both wrists in one hand, then used his other hand to pull one of her legs up and out to the side at an almost impossible angle.
The position left her completely open and vulnerable, her face pressed into the pillows, unable to move or escape.
"This is called the Butterfly," Silas said, his voice dark with satisfaction. "And it’s going to let get so deep you’ll feel in your throat."
He pushed back inside, and Eve scread into the pillow.
The angle was insane. Silas was hitting spots she didn’t even know existed, going deeper than should have been possible. Every thrust made her entire body jolt forward.
"Look at you," Silas said, his voice strained with the effort of holding the position while maintaining his brutal pace. "Taking so perfectly. Your pussy is gripping so tight I can barely move."
He adjusted the angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was hitting her g-spot directly. Eve couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel the devastating pleasure building impossibly fast.
"Too much," she sobbed. "Silas, it’s too...."
"You can take it." His grip on her wrists tightened. "You’re going to take everything I give you and beg for more."
The second orgasm hit her like a freight train. Eve’s scream was muffled by the pillow, her whole body convulsing. She felt Silas groan and thrust deep, spilling inside her with enough force that she felt it.
But again....he didn’t stop.
He released her wrists and repositioned her again. This ti he sat back against the headboard and pulled Eve into his lap facing away from him. But instead of the normal reverse cowgirl position, he pulled her legs up and hooked them over his arms, spreading her impossibly wide while supporting her weight completely.
"The Suspended Congress," Silas said in her ear. "You’re going to ride , but I control everything. How deep. How fast. How hard. You just hold on and take it."
He lowered her onto his cock slowly, and the angle made Eve’s eyes roll back. From this position, with her legs spread and elevated, Silas was hitting entirely new spots.
Then he started moving her...lifting and lowering her on his cock with strength that shouldn’t have been possible. Each thrust went impossibly deep, and Eve could do nothing but grip his forearms and let him use her body however he wanted.
"Watch," Silas ordered, tilting her head forward. "Look at how well you take ."
Eve’s eyes focused on the mirror across the room, and the sight made her breath catch.
She could see everything. Could see herself spread wide in Silas’s lap, could see his cock disappearing inside her over and over, could see the way her body was flushed and marked and absolutely wrecked.
"Beautiful," Silas said, his eyes eting hers in the mirror. "Absolutely perfect. My perfect mate taking my cock like she was made for it."
His pace increased, each thrust harder than the last. Eve watched herself being claid in the mirror and felt sothing primal and satisfied settle in her chest.
This. This absolute surrender. This trust that he would take care of her even while using her so thoroughly.
"Co," Silas demanded. "Co while you watch yourself being fucked. Let see you fall apart."
The third orgasm tore through her with devastating force. Eve watched herself convulse in the mirror, watched Silas’s expression shift to sothing feral and possessive, watched him slam deep one final ti before following her over.
She thought he’d be done then. Hoped he’d let her rest.
She was wrong.
Silas repositioned her again...this ti on her back with her legs pushed up and back toward her chest, folded nearly in half. He hooked his arms under her knees and leaned his weight forward, pinning her completely.
"The Folded Deck Chair," Silas said, already pushing back inside her oversensitive body. "Also called the Pretzel because of how flexible you need to be."
From this position, Silas had complete control and devastating leverage. Every thrust went impossibly deep, hitting her cervix with enough force to make Eve see stars.
"Can’t..." Eve gasped. "Silas, I can’t take any more..."
"Yes you can." His pace was relentless. "You’re going to give two more. At minimum."
"I can’t...."
"You will." His hand slid between their bodies, finding her abused clit, and Eve scread at the oversensitivity.
But sohow....impossibly....the pleasure started building again. Silas worked her clit with ruthless precision while continuing to pound into her, and within minutes Eve was climbing toward another peak.
"That’s four," Silas said when she ca, her body clenching around him so hard it almost hurt. "One more. Give one more and then I’ll let you rest."
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