𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

Chapter 7

smut chapter ;)

RUE'S POV

Silas kissed like a starved man. His kisses were so deep and passionate I was sure to end up with bruises and hickeys tomorrow. But I enjoyed it. Every single fucking one. His lips on my skin, his fingers pressed firmly against my hip, his other hand tangling his fingers in my dark hair. I loved him very much. If someone asked me what love was, I'd tell them it was Silas Miller.

I watch him pull down his pants and underwear, revealing his dick. I gasp. "You're big." I say amused. He laughs and kisses my cheek. "You can take it."

I let out a soft moan. "Oh my god, Silas."
He takes my bra off and I watch his blue eyes widen. He inspected my boobs for a long time as if trying to memorize every single detail. I didn't know why but I felt shy. I wanted to reveal myself to him but I couldn't help the embarrassment I felt. His lips landed on my chest, leaving trails of kisses. He opened his mouth and sucked on my boob, is tongue circling around my nipple.

I gasped. I didn't realize how sensitive my nipples were.

"I'm going in baby." He says. I get ready and open my legs, welcoming him in. He lowered himself onto me and entered. I gasp and grab the sheets of my bed.

He wasn't even half way through. I squirm under him. "Rue, are you okay." I nod. "Go," I tell him. I was more than okay. I was euphoric.

He thrusts deeper into me and I can't help but yelp. "I'm in," He says hoarsly. I whimper in response which seems to turn him on. "I'm going to rock back and forth okay baby?" I nod, speechless. I really couldn't talk right now.

He felt good inside me. I felt myself tighten around him. I liked him inside of me. I loved it. I shiver as he starts moving. Oh. My. God. It felt amazing.

His hands slid onto my small breasts, squeezing them. I opened my mouth wide letting out a silent moan. This seemed to really trigger Silas. He threw his head back and moaned loudly. "Fuck." He said, picking up the pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He muttered, his hair sticking onto his sweaty forehead. He was gorgeous. He reminded me of those greek statues. Beautiful and breathtaking. Silas Miller.

Silas.
Silas.
Silas.

"Silas!" I scream as he goes harder and faster. It felt so good, too good. I gasped and moaned, groaned and made so many noises I didn't know I was capable of. He thrust his dick deeper into me, his kisses becoming messy and missing my lips. Instead they would land on my nose or my cheek. I looked at him and saw the pleasure in his face. His eyes were foggy and distant yet they were here in the moment. I scream his name, my nails digging into his back. "Are you—" Silas' breathing had become jagged and choppy. "Are you gonna come?" I nod. "Mhm." He whimpers. "I'm-baby I'm gonna- I'm gonna come." I thrust my hips closer to his, feeling him one last time. "Don't say anything, or—" He let out a groan and I couldn't help but moan loudly. "I will come." He finished his sentence.

I grab his face, the bed creaking under us. I make sure his eyes are on mine. "Hey. I love you." I tell him. I watch Silas moan and go harder and faster. "I love you, I fucking love you Rue, god, I love you so much." He says. I scream at the top of my lungs and feel Silas come inside me. We both stayed still, trembling. We were both gasping for air.

I laughed at first and then Silas followed. "You like that?" He asked, getting off of me. I curled up into a ball immediately, realizing how much my body ached. "Yes, I did." I whisper, closing my eyes shut. I felt the world spin in circles, fading away from me. The last thing I remember was feeling Silas' lips on my forehead as he held me.

This was something I would never forget.
A day of lust and desire, of true love.
A joyful day.
Until the petals fell off the rose.

Now it's a memory that haunts me.
An event that wrote my fate.
A seed being planted to bloom into pure chaos.

It was written in the stars.