Chapter 114: I Feel you in my Stomach~ *
Silas’s head was still spinning, while his chest heaved. His limbs felt disconnected from his body, boneless and spent, the kind of exhaustion that settled into bone and muscle and demanded surrender.
But something stirred beneath the haze.
A flicker, a shift, a warmth that began in his chest and radiated outward, spreading through his limbs like honey through warm milk. His eyes, half-lidded and dazed, began to sharpen. His breathing, still ragged, began to deepen.
Anna felt it before she saw it. Her hands were still resting on his thighs, and she felt the change in his muscle tension, the way his posture shifted from surrender to something else entirely.
"Silas?"
He sat up as if the exhaustion had never touched him, his spine straightening, his shoulders rolling back. His eyes met hers, and they were no longer the dazed, grateful eyes of a man who had just been thoroughly wrecked.
They were burning.
A faint, pink glow bled into his irises, the unmistakable signature of Cupid traits activating. And not just one.
[Obsession: Active]
[Possession: Active]
[Lust: Active]
Anna was dead...
The translucent deep pink windows flickered in his peripheral vision, but he didn’t read them. He didn’t need to. The feelings were already flooding his system, familiar and intoxicating and utterly beyond his control.
Mine.
The word was a brand in his mind. She was on her knees between his legs, her mouth still wet with him, her eyes wide with curiosity and something that might have been alarm. She was beautiful. She was his. She had taken control, had pushed him to his limits, had made him beg.
And now he was going to return the favor.
He moved before she could react, his hands finding her shoulders, spinning her around and pressing her face-down against the bathroom floor. The tile was cold against her skin, the shock of it drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Her knees scraped against the porcelain edge of the tub, her ass rising instinctively, her body already responding to the command in his touch.
"Silas-" His name came out breathless, half-protest, half-anticipation.
He didn’t answer with words.
His hand tangled in her dark hair, pulling her head back, arching her spine, exposing the long line of her throat. His other hand found her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and he positioned himself behind her without hesitation.
She was already wet. Slick and swollen and ready, her body betraying her before her mind could catch up. He dragged the head of his cock through her folds, gathering her moisture, teasing her entrance until she whimpered.
"Please," she whispered, the word somehow foreign on her tongue after what she’d just done. The dominator was getting dominated.
But his traits were active now, and they were contagious. Lust was bleeding into her system through proximity, through touch, and through the sheer magnetic pull of his presence.
He thrust into her in a single, brutal stroke.
Anna’s scream was swallowed by the tile floor, her hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface, her body arching as he filled her completely. He was deeper than before. The angle, the position, the way he had her pinned, and she could feel every inch of him stretching her, claiming her.
He didn’t slow.
His hips drove into her with relentless force, each stroke pushing her further into the cold tile, each withdrawal leaving her aching for the next. The sounds were primal, the slap of skin against skin, the wet slide of his cock through her slick heat, her muffled cries against the floor.
"Whose are you?" His voice was low, guttural, a growl that vibrated through the bathroom.
"Yours- fuck- yours-"
"Say it again."
"Yours, Silas, I’m yours-"
He pulled her hair harder, angling her hips, and drove into her so deep she felt it in her chest.
"Mine," he said, the word a brand. "Every part of you. Every sound. Every drop of cum that leaks from this perfect pussy. Mine."
She was babbling now, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps as he fucked her across the bathroom floor. Her knees had spread, her body giving him full access, and he took it... took everything, his thrusts growing faster, harder, and more desperate.
The angle changed. He shifted his hips, and suddenly he was hitting something deeper, something that made her entire body seize.
"There," she gasped. "There- right there- don’t stop-"
He didn’t.
He drove into that spot again and again, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge, her screams growing louder, more abandoned, until she no longer cared who heard. The bathroom walls echoed with her cries, with the wet slap of his hips against her ass, and his guttural groans as he felt her tightening around him.
"I can feel you~-" she gasped, her voice breaking. "I can feel you in my- in my stomach..."
The words drove him wild.
He fucked her harder, deeper, his hand leaving her hair to grip her hip with both hands, using the leverage to drive himself into her with punishing precision. She was taking all of him, every inch, and she could feel him and feel the pressure of his cock hitting depths that shouldn’t exist. She could feel the shape of him inside her like a brand.
"I can feel you... in my stomach... Silas- I can feel you inside me-"
Her climax hit her like a wave, violent and total, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name into the tile floor. Her release flooded around his cock, slick and hot, and the sensation triggered his own, a deep, possessive pulse that emptied him into her in long, shuddering waves.
He stayed buried inside her as they came down, his forehead pressed to her shoulder blade, his breath hot against her sweat-slicked skin.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, ragged and synchronized.
Anna’s fingers curled against the tile. Her voice, when she found it, was raw and wrecked and full of wonder.
"There’s a... a shape." She laughed, a broken, breathless sound. "I can feel the shape of you. Inside me."
Silas’s arms tightened around her, pulling her against his chest, his softening cock still buried inside her warmth.
"Good," he murmured against her skin. "I want you to feel me for a week."