Page 88 of Silent Stalker

"It does," I admit, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "It turns me on so much."

His lips claim mine in a savage kiss. Our tongues tangle as he begins to move, thrusting into me with relentless force. The wall bites into my back with each powerful stroke, intensifying the pleasure. Two sensations refuse to leave me—the sharp, iron smell of fresh blood and the whisper of that Ghost mask against my skin.

"Your pussy gets so wet when you watch me kill," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. "Tell me how much you love it."

I'm breathless, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. "I love it," I whisper, my voice laced with desire. "It makes me so wet. So aroused."

Silas groans, his grip on my hips tightening as he pistons in and out of me. "Say it again."

"I love watching you kill," I pant, my back scraping against the rough bricks. "It excites me."

He claims my mouth in another kiss, our teeth clashing, our tongues dueling. I feel wild, out of control, consumed by the dark desires we share. This forbidden dance of death and lust pushes us both to the edge.

"Come for me," he demands, his eyes boring into mine. "Let me feel it."

The rhythm of his thrusts becomes more urgent, each impact sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I feel the climax building, a coiling tension deep within me. I bite my lip, holding back the scream building in my throat.

"Say my name," he growls, his eyes fierce and commanding.

"Silas," I moan, my back arching as the pleasure coils tighter. "Oh, God."

"Your faith in me is beautiful to witness." His thrusts become more frenzied, driven by the same need consuming me. "Now let me show you what your god can do."His lips find my neck, his teeth scraping gently over my skin, marking me.

Silas's mouth is on mine again, his kiss claiming me, branding me. He holds me easily, his powerful body moving with an irresistible force.

The bricks’ rough edges push into my back with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through me. Our kisses are savage, our teeth clicking together, tongues dueling for dominance. My fingers thread through his hair, holding him to me.

His mouth trails down my neck, nipping and sucking, marking me as his. My head falls back, exposing my throat. Silas knows I love it when he kisses and bites there, leaving his mark for all to see. It's as if he's branding me, claiming what's his.

His teeth scrape my skin, sending shivers through me. "Silas," I breathe, my voice catching in my throat. His name is a plea, a prayer, and a curse all at once.

He lifts his head, his eyes burning into mine. "Tell me how much you want it." His voice is rough, his breath hot against my lips.

My cheeks flush with desire, but I don't look away. "I want it more than anything." My confession hangs in the air between us.

A dark smile curves his lips. "Take it then."

I don't hesitate. I grasp his face, pulling him toward me and claiming his mouth with mine. This kiss is different—urgent and demanding. I taste my own need on his lips, and it fuels my desire even more.

Silas thrusts into me, his hips slapping against mine. The sound echoes off the alley walls, a percussion to the rhythm of our passion. His hands squeeze my ass, lifting me higher, changing the angle of his thrusts so he hits all the right spots.

His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You're so fucking tight," he growls. "You feel so good, my goddess."

His words send a thrill through me, and I moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. "You feel good, too," I pant. "Hard and thick inside me."

With each thrust, I feel myself spiraling closer to the edge. Silas senses it, too. His mouth finds my neck again, his lips and teeth working magic, marking me as his territory.

"Show me what salvation looks like," he demands, his voice hoarse. "Shatter for your god."

I can't hold back any longer. "Silas!" I scream his name as my climax crashes over me, my body shaking, my walls clenching around him.

He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, Clara." His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You make me lose control."

I feel his release, the warm flood of his seed inside me. Silas holds me against the wall, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.

We stand there, catching our breath, our hearts pounding in sync. Slowly, he lowers me to the ground, but his arms stay around me, holding me close.

I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his scent—a heady mix of musk and masculine warmth. My hands rest on his chest, feeling his breath's steady rise and fall.