Far from where Patricia was, Zara needed a way to calm her raging thoughts and refocus. Her emotions were spiraling, and she feared that if she didn’t find some form of release, things might spiral beyond repair. So, without overthinking it, she made her way to Silas’s room, halting just in front of the door.
She didn’t want to take advantage of him but right now, she needed something, someone, to anchor her. To cool the storm raging inside her.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she opened the door without knocking, stepped inside, and locked it behind her. Then she turned around and leaned against it, catching her breath.
Silas, who had been looking through some pictures at his table, heard the door but didn’t look up immediately, assuming it was a maid. But when the silence lingered, he turned, and paused when he saw her standing there.
Standing up, "Zara?" He called, squinting slightly to be sure it was her.
Zara pushed off the door and started walking toward him, her voice calm but laced with something darker. "I need an inhaler, and I was told I could only find one here," she said, stopping just in front of him.
Their eyes locked, and the pull between them hit her hard. Desire surged through her, sharp and familiar. Her body ached to be touched, to be consumed. She hated how intensely she reacted to him, but it had been too long. Too long since she had been held, touched like she wanted to be. And now, with everything going to hell, she needed that release more than ever.
Silas furrowed his brow, confused by her explanation. Inhaler? Was she asthmatic? Also, why did she look...cold today?
"Why..." he began, but was cut off as Zara seized his lips in a fierce kiss.
Stunned, Silas instinctively grabbed her shoulders and tried to pull back. "Zara," he breathed, trying to reason but she crashed into him again, hungrier this time, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck.
Her lips moved with wild urgency, fierce and claiming, until his resistance gave way. She kissed him like she owned him, like the only way to survive the chaos within her was through him. He stumbled back, hitting the edge of the mirror table behind him, sending a few items clattering to the ground.
Zara kept going. Silas was hesitant but something about her was different. From the moment their eyes met, he felt that anger in her and could not help wondering what angered her so.
Deciding to help her ease the anger, Silas’s hand dropped to her waist, then the other slid up to cradle the side of her neck. He spun them around, pinning her gently against the table as he took over the kiss, his lips now just as hungry as hers. He tilted her head back and deepened it, sucking at her lips like a man who had been starved for far too long.
Zara moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer by the waist. She loved this side of him, the dominance, the fire. She had always known he had it in him, and she craved every bit of it.
Silas kissed her with everything he had, devouring, savoring, leaving nothing untouched. Every movement of his mouth made her melt further into him.
Sliding her hand down, she reached for him, and the moment she touched his manhood, he groaned, pressing harder into her. The sound fueled her even more. Wetness pooled between her legs; her body was more than ready.
She had no regrets about walking into this room. Not even one.
"Condom," she whispered breathlessly into his mouth, her lips barely grazing him.
"No need," Silas murmured back, voice husky with heat.
Without warning, he spun her around, pressing her back firmly to his chest, trapping her between himself and the table. Zara inhaled sharply when she felt the hard press of his manhood against her.
"I am ready," she muttered, voice shaky with anticipation.
The soft rip of fabric cut through the silence, and within moments, her skirt was gone. Silas’s hands moved with purpose, strong and commanding as he slid one arm around her neck, gently tipping her head back. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the fire consuming her.
*Spank* The sound echoed through the room, followed by a sudden rush of heat across her skin.
"Ahh! Again," Zara gasped, her voice laced with desire.
"You like that, huh?" Silas growled, punctuating his words with another spank. Then another. The thrill in his tone made her shiver.
"I want you," she pleaded, barely holding herself upright, her breath coming fast.
Leaning into her ear, he whispered darkly, "I will try not to go easy on you."
The words sent a pulse down her spine. In one fluid motion, he shifted her stance, parting her legs just enough before he thrust into her. Zara gasped, her eyes wide with the sensation, every nerve in her body suddenly awakened.
"Oh God," she breathed, one hand bracing the edge of the table, the other clutching at nothing.
Silas moved slowly at first, savoring every moment as his hands remained firm, one wrapped around her waist, the other steadying her as he found his rhythm. He wasn’t just acting on lust, there was intention in every movement, like a man lost in more than just desire.
"Harder!" She begged, her voice trembling.
He obeyed. With a rough groan, he bent her forward, adjusting their position and pushing deep inside her. The table rocked beneath them, the room filled with ragged breathing and unspoken confessions.
"Ahh! You fuck!" Zara moaned, every part of her burning. This...this was what her body had longed for. She had suspected the quiet fire in him, and now it was raging. Innocent looking men like him were always the real deal in most cases. It was the innocent looking face that made women avoid them, not knowing what they truly are.
"Oh!" Silas closed his eyes, jaw clenched, trying to pace himself. But it was too much, her sounds, the way she held on to him, the way she moved with him. His grip tightened around her waist as he pushed harder.
"I am coming," he rasped against her ear.
"Don’t pull out," she whispered. "I have my pills."
He let out a shaky breath, then released his seed into her.
After a moment of stillness, Zara, breathless and spent, tried to sit up. But Silas suddenly lifted her into his arms, catching her completely off guard.
"I am not done with you," he murmured against her skin, carrying her away from the table.