Rays of Hope

Heated Epilogue

Ria's POV

We were on his sofa again. Watching 365 Days, courtesy of me. When a steamy scene came up, nothing could have stopped Silas.

He curled his hand around the back of my neck, holding me captive while he plundered my mouth.

He kissed the way I never thought I wanted. Hard. Rough. Explosive.

I gathered handfuls of the white cotton and yanked him closer until we were pressed so tight against each other I wasn't sure where I ended and he began.

A small moan escaped when Silas shifted his hips just enough so his hardness rubbed against my core.

"Can't get enough of me, can you?" His mocking whisper ghosted over my lips, its softness a sharp contrast to the force with which he tugged on my hair. 

Tears sprang to my eyes at the flash of pain. The throbbing in my lower belly intensified. "Fuck you," I hissed.

"I already know that's what you want, princess." He closed his teeth around my bottom lip and tugged hard enough to send another twin frisson of pain and pleasure spiraling through my body. "No need to beg for it." 

A low growl rose in my throat. I finally pushed him off me, my heart racing and my lips and pussy throbbing in equal measure. "I will never beg for anything." Repeating my words, from months ago.

Silas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, movement so slow and deliberate it became more sexual than it should've been. A flush of arousal colored his high cheekbones, and the intensity of his gaze as he dragged it over my face to where my shirt gaped open.

"Don't be too sure about that." His blue eyes turned almost black. "Let's make a bet, princess. I bet if I bent you over and yanked up that little skirt of yours, I'd find you soaking for me. And I bet I could have you begging for my cock, for me to make you come so hard you'll see fucking stars before the night is over."

I hated his ego, it seemed to skyrocket in bed. And yet, I was so wet I could feel myself dripping at the images his filthy words conjured.

"Nice try, blue eyes, But I'm not taking the bait." He was right about being wet, but I will never admit that.

Silas pushed me through the half-open door and kicked it shut behind us without breaking the kiss.

Our fingers flew over our clothes in a frantic rush to remove them. They all fell to the living room floor until we were naked, our skin heated with the hum of electricity surging through my blood and into the air.

"Get on your hands and knees."

My skin filled with goosebumps at Silas's rough command, but instead of obeying, I lifted my chin in defiance. "Make me." Fuck this was hot.

The words barely left my mouth before he closed the distance between us in two strides and twisted me around. He drove his knee into the back of mine, forcing me to the bed. I struggled half-heartedly, but I was no match for Silas's strength. 

One hand locked my wrists together behind my back in a steel grip while the other slipped between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit.

The jolt of pleasure wrenched a half gasp, half moan from my throat.

"What was that you were saying, kitten?" Silas mocked. He pushed a finger inside me while keeping his thumb on my clit. I was so wet I didn't feel any friction even when he was knuckling deep in me. "Just like I'd guessed. You're fucking soaking."

My hands curled into fists. I was already panting, so turned on I could barely think straight, and we'd barely started.

"Beg for it, kitten." He curled his finger and hit my most sensitive spot, receiving another moan, before he slowly dragged it out and shoved it back in. His breathing harshened. "Beg me to fuck you. To make you come all over my cock like you so desperately crave."