Page 77 of Born for Silk

She tastes good. So sweet. So vulnerable. My little aster flower, little creature. Mine.

Her hips roll upward, begging for pressure, for my body on hers, and my cock strains to her demand. The pain is blinding.

“Fuck, Aster. Stop,” I hiss, so close to losing complete control with her.

Needing to still her writhing body, I lower my torso to press on her, and she mindlessly grinds her pussy against my abdomen and fuck… I’m fucked.

So fucked.

As her inexperienced mouth grows in confidence, her tongue meets mine, her lips begin to move, and I can feel the raging beat of her heart against me.

And now I want that, too.

Her heart.

Her womb.

All of her.

She wants to be my Silk Girl, but I want her to be more. I was going to allow her to torture me, torment me with her body, keep her the one thing I won’t allow myself… Who is the damn obsessed one here? It is meant to be her!

I tear myself from her lips and press my forehead to hers. “Eat well. Sleep early. I will come to you, little creature.”

She pants against me, and I inhale the sweet breath, taking it as my own. “Then I’ll make you mine in the way you desperately desire.”

The demanding little thing trembles beneath me, sweet, nervous energy even as I offer her what she wants.

“So—” She gathers her thoughts and steadies her breath. “So you'll take two Silk Girls then?”

Why is she asking this? “Two?”

“Iris...” she mutters, the name heavy with emotion. That name again. “Red hair, big breasts, tall, leggy, the nictitating membrane.” Agitation pitches her voice. “You were with her last night!”

Her tone pisses me off.

Impertinent.

Improper.

Disrespectful.

I lift my head and glare down at her.

Fuck me, she’s pretty.

“I realise you’re emotional,” I offer, checking my temper. “But the next time you raise your voice to me, little creature, I’ll be fucking those sounds from you with my cock down your throat. Do you understand?”

Her breath hitches. “Yes, my king.”

I exhale roughly—that’s better.

My eyes pin her to the mattress, the effect instant as a shy pink glow gathers on her cheeks.

“You will not ask me this again,” I state smoothly. “Do not test my loyalties, make assumptions, or accusations. You have no right to ask me who I fuck or when or why.”

Her pretty violet eyes well up.

Dammit.