He stopped kissing me and slid back to sit on his heels and slid his hands down my hardened nipples and squeezed my breasts. His eyes looked so dark, they were filled with lust and desire. I could see his hardened cock through his boxer briefs and I felt my mouth water. He looked down my body, slowly, drinking me in. His hands gripped the inside of my thighs and his thumbs outlined the edge of my panties and he looked up at me and smirked. “Someone is clearly aroused. Tell me, little Honey, what was it that has you dripping for me?” His thumb trailed up my slit and he pressed gently down on my clit. I moaned and felt my hips raise into his thumb. His grip on my thigh was hard and tight, I knew I would probably have a bruise in the shape of his hand in the morning.
I was one hundred percent on board for love marks.
In fact, I don’t stop myself when I lean up as far as he would let me go and when I fasten my mouth to the juncture of his neck and collarbone, his hips jerked forward giving me the friction I wanted as I laved my tongue over his lightly tanned skin. He hissed. “Always avoiding the questions. I love it. Love you.” He leaned down and with my mouth still fastened to his skin leaving him a little mark of my own, he ran his dangerously delightful tongue along my flesh right where I had my mouth on him while he continued rubbing his fingers slowly, so slow, over my core.
I doubt I would ever get tired of hearing those words come out of his mouth. I couldn’t wait for the day I could say them back to him. The day when we were free to love one another without death and destruction knocking on our door. The day I could make him my king. When he licked a path down my neck and along all the exposed flesh from my oversized shirt, I felt myself shiver beneath his sinful mouth and he chuckled against my skin as I released him from my mouth. “You have the softest skin I have ever felt in my life. I never want to stop touching you. Can I see your perfect breasts again, my little Honey?” He purred the question against my skin and I don’t think I could nod any faster than I did. He pulled back though and leveled me with a serious look and something about it turned me on even more. “This is not how things go. You are the boss here. Give me permission the right way. I will not take what you will not say.” His tone brokered no argument and it sent shocks of pleasure zipping through me and when a wicked smile curved his lips at my reaction, I almost spontaneously combust.
“Yes. I want you to see me, Silas.” I breathed out on a soft moan and he removed his hand from my soaking core but only long enough to slip his hands underneath my shirt and push it up and over my head. He then tossed it over his shoulder and the look that crosses his face steals the breath from me. The spark in his eye tells me all I need to know without words. I truly was a queen in his eyes and it made my heart slam in my chest as his gaze traveled over me hungrily. “So unbelievably perfect.” He breathed as he bent forward again, hands coming back to run his calloused fingers and palms up my sides, along my ribs.
I watch as he pays close attention to the numerous scars at the tips of the thorns on my tattoo all over my chest. Pain and regret flicker in his depthless eyes and I reach up involuntarily with my hands and cup both of his cheeks. He doesn’t look at me for a long moment, not until I tug on his face. When he glances up, my heart absolutely breaks when I see fresh tears in his eyes. Never before had I seen him show emotion like that. So raw and pure. “Honey…” He starts but I shake my head and I lean forward a little and catch his mouth with mine. His tears stain my cheeks but I welcome it. I couldn’t ask for a better reunion. The fact that he wasn’t just jumping in my bed and fucking me was more than enough, but for him to show this never-before-seen side of him was a whole other thing. The respect I had already felt for him grew exponentially after that.
“You don’t need to dwell on the past.” I whisper against his lips when we eventually pull apart again and he glances back down at where his hands had stopped roaming over my scars and ink. “The woman I love shouldn’t have to wear scars I gave her.” He says bitterly, eyes swirling with anger and pain. I run my thumbs along his cheekbones and jawline and he looks back up at me as he tentatively allows his hands to cup both my breasts.
“When I said I forgive you, I meant it. I no longer see those as scars you gave me. Or the others. I received those scars from your mother. Your father. Their parents. They did this to me. To us.” I keep my voice firm as he continues to look into my eyes and I urge him to believe me with my eyes. This relationship wouldn’t work if he continued to hold onto all that pain and regret. “Now I will repeat myself one more time and I expect you to listen.” I begin again, firmer than before. “Don’t dwell in the past. We live in the now from now on. The future. Our future.”
A shaky sigh expels from him at the end of my speech and I see the resignation I was looking for in his eyes when he looks at me one more time before he returns his eyes back to my ink. “Numquam Obliviscar.” He murmurs as he brushes his thumb along the Latin saying woven through the wings of my avenging angel. He looked back up at me with a question in his eyes and I smiled. “My ink isn’t as touching as yours and the boys. It’s Latin. It means Never Forget. My tattoo was done out of anger.” I admit and he still smiles anyway, not in the least bit mad.
“No, it’s beautiful. Just like the rest of you. If it was what you had to do to cope, I can’t fault you for it. At least it wasn’t something like ‘Death to Silas’ or something like that.” He smiles wickedly at me and I snort, then gasp when his thumbs flick over my hardened nipples. Thankfully, we were close enough to the fire that our near nakedness didn’t bother either of us. Silas was like a furnace and I was sure I felt the same, especially with his eyes and touch heating my skin the way he was.
“For the record,” I begin as I arch into his touch and he chuckles as he lowers his mouth to run along the vines that wrap around my angel's wings. “I would never put something that absurd on my skin.” I try to scoff but it comes out more like a moan as his tongue flicks against my hardened nipple on my right breast while he subtly pinches my left between his thumb and forefinger. The move makes my hips jerk up into his body and his chest rumbles against me in delight.
“It has my name in it though.” He teased, his hot breath washing over my skin and driving me up the wall that much more. I squirm against him, starting to get desperate and tired of the teasing. I think he was there with me as he chuckled against my skin and he removed his right hand from my breast and let his fingers travel down the valley of my breasts, slowly circled around my belly button before he ran them along the hem of my panties. I am panting now, an absolute mess, but I don’t care if he sees what he does to me with just his damn touch. This has been the most real thing I have felt in a long time. I hadn’t even felt like this when he had tasted me at my parents wake weeks ago. My heart had still had that barrier around it. Right now, I have nothing between Silas and I. It felt raw, but it felt so damn good.
“I am still just a man, Honey. So please, for the love of God, stop squirming. I will give you what you need, little love, but I need you to stop grinding your perfect pussy against my cock before I embarrass myself. It’s been too damn long.” He’s blunt as he slips his hand under the waistband of my panties, finally, and I am loving it. I never want Silas to stop saying filthy things to me. I want to wake up to this for the rest of my life. Want to have him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every damn day. Fuck. I was a goner for sure. I always had been. He has his claws in me and I wasn’t even mad.
And when his fingers dance over my clit wickedly and he dips a long, lean finger inside of me, I cling to him like my life depends on it. My hands shoot out and I grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, but it only spurs him on to pump his finger inside me deeper. His lips catch mine just as he adds a second finger once I have relaxed around his first and his thumb comes down to coat in my cream before he brings it back up to circle slowly around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. He swallows all my eager noises greedily and he growls into my mouth when I rake my nails down his exposed ba
ck, clearly too far gone to think of how my perfectly manicured nails might hurt him. It only makes him add a third finger as he curls them up inside of me, in a perfect dance against my g-spot and my clit.
Before long, I am seeing stars and right on the edge. I am trembling, my legs in a tangle all around his body, one around his hips and the other tangled up on his left leg and I literally could feel tears of pleasure beginning to leak out of my eyes as he does the unthinkable. The dirty bastard takes his fingers out of me. Before I can protest, he is pulling back slightly and slipping his opposite hand inside the waistband of my panties. What he does next sends me soaring over the edge as I watch him suck his fingers into his wicked mouth while he simultaneously pinches my clit with his thumb and forefinger on his other hand. I don’t think I have ever climaxed so hard and so fast in my whole life.
And when his lips return to mine and he covers his body with mine as aftershocks from my orgasm rack my body and I taste myself on his lips, I almost think I am on the verge again. When my heart finally calms down enough to come back to the land of the living, I open my eyes to tiny slits and find him gazing down at me with so much love and adoration in his dark eyes, that it is a blow to my senses. “This is twice now you’ve sacrificed an orgasm of your own for me. Not many things impress me, Ezra.” I murmured softly, my body felt like I was floating on cloud nine and when his eyes widened in surprise at my use of his old childhood nickname I had for him, warmth seeped into my bones even further.
“I would do anything for you, my little Honey. Anything. A few sacrificed orgasms are nothing. I’ve felt like I’ve spent a lifetime waiting for you to come home to me. I won’t ruin this by being selfish.” I don’t know how it happens, but I end up falling asleep after that. The feeling of being wrapped up in warmth and love enough to lull me into the deepest sleep I had ever had, especially with the storm still raging on outside. I swear I almost miss Silas murmuring something to me before I fall into blissful darkness.
“I can’t wait to show you my devotion. Sweet dreams, my queen.”
Gazing down at my whole universe, I can’t help but reach out and brush my fingers along the curve of her exposed spine, smiling at the way she sighs in her sleep when my skin contacts hers. She has the most adorable back dimples, right above the curve of her luscious ass, and I just want to bend forward and nip at them, but I really needed to head out. I had made plans with the boys today to do some work on her parents’ cabin but that was all before the storm. I wasn’t sure if they still wanted to meet but I should probably make an appearance at home anyway so my sinister mother didn’t interrogate me about where I had been.
As gently as possible, I rolled out from beside Honey where we had fallen asleep on the spread I had made in front of the fire. I needed a shower and I wasn’t sure if she had power back yet. I knew my parents kept generators running for most of the storm and we usually were the first on the schedule to get power back if we ever lost it. Gingerly, I picked my way across her den to where my clothes were discarded by the sofa. They were stiff from having dried overnight covered in rain, but at least they were dry enough to slip back into. Before I left the den, I quietly placed a few more logs on the fire for her to keep the place nice and warm. She let out the most adorable noise when she shifted underneath the blankets, making the fabric move and I got a glorious glimpse of her breasts pressed into the pile of pillows and blankets beneath her.
She was absolutely breathtaking.
I literally could not wait to spend the rest of my life with this woman and as I gazed down at her peaceful form in slumber, I realized for the first time just how at peace my own heart was. After over a decade spent in turmoil over the past, I felt whole again. I had my queen back and it was time to reset the board and take control of the kingdom again. I was tired of playing nice. If it was a war the Order wanted, it was a war they would get. And I didn’t lose. Especially when I had something to fight for. Taking one last longing look at her, I move out of the den and into the kitchen.
I start snooping through her drawers, looking for paper and a pen to leave her a little note. When I find a pad and pen in a drawer by the sink, I smile as I jot down a letter to her. Finishing, I move back into the den quietly and bend to place the note on the blankets where I had laid last night. On my knees before her, I reach into the little pocket inside my bigger pocket on my jeans and pull out the ring I had intended to give her. Ever so gently, I lift her ring finger on her left hand which lay lax on the pillows and slip it on. She shifts slightly and I hold my breath as she pulls back and moves around, wiggling her naked body beneath the blankets, before she settles back down with another contented sigh as she clutches her little fists to her chest, the ring a delicate gold band with the Locke family crest engraved in the top. Simple, yet elegant and no one would question it on her finger if she decided to wear it around town.
With a soft brush of my lips against her cheek, I leave the den. The plan was to run over to my house and shower quickly and check in with my egg donor if she was home. Pulling out my phone, I silently slip into my boots and out the front door, making sure to lock it with the spare key she gave me the night before, a symbol that she was getting over the past and willing to move forward as one unit. Pulling up my group chat with the boys, I shoot off a quick text as I shiver in the cold on her front steps. Glancing at the time on my phone as I walk, I see it is only five in the morning but I shrug and send it anyway.
Silas: Still meeting in the designated location. Give me a few hours in case Rebecca needs tending to.
I deliberately don’t mention the cabin. No matter how secure Gabe has made our phones, I still don’t feel comfortable discussing things that pertain to Honey through text. Even if the cabin has already been compromised, I wouldn’t risk it especially with my plans to fix it up for her. As I reach the end of Honey’s property line at the front gate, the three security personnel in her gatehouse nod at me as they swing open the gates for me. Heading north east, I make the mile trek past Hawk’s place along the curving road that connects all our properties in a giant square. I slipped through one of the various holes in the perimeter fence on the front far left-hand side as I didn’t want to alert our own security guards of my arrival in case they alerted my mother before I was ready to face her.
As I make my way up the left-hand side of the property, I glance over and notice an unfamiliar black sedan sitting in the circular wrap around the driveway and I frown as I change course. Instead of going through the old servant’s entrance like I usually prefer, I head straight for the main entrance. Stomping up the steps in a foul mood that my mother has fucking visitors after a storm like last night, I lose control of my basic instincts and when I fling open the front doors and stop dead in my tracks as my eyes land on my mother and the vile woman that my mother had thrust upon my life, Emma Erickson standing together in the foyer, I know I messed up.
Especially when both women smile at me with sadistic, cold smiles and then something slams into the back of my head. The last thing I see before my knees hit the marble floor of the foyer and I lose consciousness is Emma sauntering towards me with the cruelest smirk on her face.
And the last thing I hear before I completely go under, is her voice purring into my ringing ears. “Hello, my prince. Are you ready to play?”
I am completely and utterly screwed.
When I finally came to, it was pitch black and it dawned on me, I was in a fucking trunk. My hands are tied, my ankles are tied, and I’m fairly sure someone had put duct tape over my mouth. Oh, she’s going to pay for this one. She put a fucking hit out on her son!? Crazy ass bitch. I needed to think of a plan. I looked for my phone but couldn’t find it. I needed a plan. How was I going to get out of this?
Something was trickling down the back of my neck and I knew I had a head injury and that it was blood seeping from wherever they knocked me out at. I wondered which tactic my mother was going to use. Have the sadistic, power hungry, monster of a woman torture me i
n a rancid basement somewhere? Kill me off in the middle of nowhere? I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly and began to think. I tried to find something in the trunk to help cut the ties on my wrists or at least if I could loosen them maybe I could manage my way out of this.
I felt the rope on my wrists give a little bit and smirked. I could do this. I could get out of this and I would get back to Honey and never leave her side and make sure my mother couldn’t hurt any of us ever again. My anger at my mother and Emma was keeping me conscious and I could not wait to make them pay.
The car started slowing down and we came to a stop. The bindings still weren’t loose enough for me to be able to get out of them. I was going to have to stall whatever their plans were and keep them talking for as long as possible. I heard Emma’s voice saying something but couldn’t make out what it was exactly. Her voice was growing louder as she moved closer. I heard the trunk latch click and pop open and light seeps in, I squint and try to get my eyes to focus. It’s still dark out, the sun hasn't even risen yet. I knew that meant that we hadn’t traveled far. I was still in Crimson Valley.
Emma stepped into view and grinned at me cruelly and snapped her fingers. Two large men came up to the trunk and grabbed me and hauled me out of the trunk and back up against some sort of railing. I took a second to check my surroundings and realized exactly where I was. I was on the bridge where Emma once confessed her love for me. Right near the town hall. This girl had no shame or fear. Her audacity was astounding. I bare my teeth at her as she continues to smile that cruel, evil queen smile she could never quite pull off. She always tried to copy my mother too much.
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