The Oath We Give (The Hollow Boys Book 5)

silas

“Silas.”

Her whimper falls in the dark room, ghosting across the shell of my ears as I place a kiss to the top of her thigh. Coraline’s knuckles grip the edge of the desk so hard they’re turning white, like this will cure the ache between her thighs.

My balls tighten, mouth this close to a cunt that’s begging to be filled with load after load until she can’t walk without me dripping down her thighs. I keep a steady rhythm, palm rubbing up and down my shaft while my other hand runs the length of her inner thigh. 

“Put your feet on the desk,” I breathe. “Make sure you keep those legs spread and that cunt in my face.” 

The heat from her core lulls me in as she does what she’s told. I place my fingers right on the edge of her pussy, dragging a teasing finger up and down the seam of her puffy cunt. A huff of air breezes past my lips, ghosting across her wet skin. 

“Wait, I—I haven’t done anything since…” she stutters, placing one of her hands on my head to keep me from feasting. She looks down at me with panic in her eyes and lust tinting her cheeks. 

“Use your words, pretty girl. Talk to me.” I rub my thumb into her skin, trying to coax the words out of her. 

“Every time I’ve tried messing around with anyone else, I don’t stay there with them.” Her teeth graze her bottom lip, looking so torn yet so needy. “I get lost in my mind, in the past. I want to stay here with you, Silas, but I don’t know how.” 

My jaw tightens. 

I want to taste her orgasm on my tongue. Want her to stay here with me.

Whatever it takes to get there. Whatever I need to do so she trusts me.

My hand moves from between her thighs, reaching beside her hip to grab my gun while I place a warm kiss to the inside of her knee. 

She turns her head to look down her side when I nudge her wrist with the handle of my gun, offering the weapon to her. 

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you stay with me,” I murmur. “And giving you control if you don’t.” 

“You can’t be serious,” she breathes, chest heaving. “You’re going to let me hold a loaded gun to your head while you—” 

“I said it, didn’t I?” I interrupt, dragging my bottom lip up her inner thigh, barely touching her. Her dark eyes are lit with desire as I peer up from the apex of her thighs. “If this is what makes you feel safe? If this is what it takes for you to let me taste you? Fine.” 

I press my face to her skin, pulling the tip of my nose along the top of her smooth leg, inhaling and exhaling a pained groan. Just the smell of her is driving me out of my fucking mind. 

“I’ll take a bullet in the skull, Hex. Just make sure you come on my tongue before you pull the trigger.”

“I—I can’t—” 

“Take the fucking gun, Coraline. I won’t ask again.” 

I press the metal against her warm skin until she reaches out tentatively, taking it from me, shaky palm curling around the handle. 

“Good girl.” I groan as I continue pumping my hips into my fist, the friction between skin and fabric just the right amount of pain. “I’m trusting you not to kill me. You’re gonna trust me to eat your pussy.” 

I dive forward, cutting off any argument she may have. My tongue licks a stripe up the seam of her cunt, forcing Coraline to toss her head back with a whiney fucking moan that makes my cock jump in my hand. 

The cool metal of my gun presses against my temple, making my blood heat. This is the only way I want to die. 

Her pussy tastes the way I knew it would. Musky and sweet, melting into my throat, making me desperate for more. 

My hungry mouth presses deeper between her folds, and I groan as I lap up her wetness, as my tongue rolls flat against her clit, circling the bud with narrow circles.

Her cunt is hot against my lips, body trembling beneath me as I trail a teasing finger along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her tiny hole.

“Fuck yes,” she whimpers, panting as her nails scratch through my trimmed hair, making a chill race down my spine. 

I pull my hand from my cock, using both to explore up her body. My large palms grope her waist before sliding beneath her T-shirt, tracing the contours of her ribs before scooping her breasts up into my hands. 

My fingers flick across her nipples, making me tilt my head. 

“You’re pierced?” I murmur, throwing the question from earlier back at her as I drop a kiss to the top of her mound.

She looks down at me, face flushed from ecstasy, giving me a cute nod as she bites her bottom lip. 

This fucking woman. 

A growl rips from the back of my throat as I tear the front of her shirt open, leaving her tits exposed and hanging like ripe fruits for me to dig my teeth in. Two sets of heart jewelry decorate each side of her dark nipples. 

This is my Garden of Eden, and I’ll sin every time if it looks like her. 

I bring my palm to her mouth, squeezing her cheeks, making her pucker those pretty lips. 

“Spit,” I order. 

And because she’s so desperate to be good for me, she does. 

Using the saliva from her mouth as lube, I wrap my hand back around my dick, moaning at the slick feeling of her spit and panties rubbing against every vein along my shaft.

“Does this make us even, baby? You letting me use your body? You think I’m gonna let you go after this? That smart mouth of yours is mine to fuck. This cunt will be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And when I’m feeling fucking sadistic, I’ll shove my cock in that tight ass just ’cause I can.” I seethe, my voice a whisper in the darkness. “We’ll never be even,”

Coraline cries out as I continue my exploration, my tongue a blur as I circle her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure while I slip a finger inside her wet hole. 

She tightens around me, hips lurching forward to chase the bliss my mouth is bringing her. The gun slips from my temple to rest against my shoulder, her mind falling toward release as her body loosens beneath me. 

Her slippery wetness coats my hand, sloppy noises echoing in my ears as I thrust my finger in and out of her with measured strokes, teasing that soft spot buried deep in her walls. 

“Silas, Silas,” she gasps, breathing becoming more erratic. Her breasts bounce up and down with the movement, making me graze her clit with my teeth. Her legs tense and press together as she stretches to meet my mouth.

I smirk against her skin, removing my slippery tongue, leaving her crashing from a high with no relief. Her eyes widen, fingers clawing at my scalp. 

“No, I was right there.” It’s a broken little cry, stroking my ego almost as good as my hand strokes my cock. 

“You didn’t think I’d let you come that easy, did you, Hex?” I ask.

I lean back in my chair, palming my stiff cock, moving my fist up and down. Precome slides down my shaft as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, groaning. 

“Please,” she whispers, burning with shame for needing me so fucking badly. 

My hips buck into my fist, the muscles of my arms and thighs tensing as pleasure courses through me. I narrow my eyes when her fingers try to dip between her thighs. 

“Play with your tits for me. Show me how bad you want it. How bad you want to ride my cock.” My choked voice is low and raspy. “And if you wanna fuck yourself, use my gun to do it.” 

I’m testing her limits here, knowing she was so very close and will do anything to reach that peak. But just how far is she willing to go to come for me? 

My skin is set aflame when she sucks in a breath, groping one of her breasts with her right hand, tweaking the nipple between two fingers and arching her back into the feeling. 

“Fuck yes,” I groan, my breath hitching as she slowly guides the barrel of my gun through her soaked pussy lips and lifts her hips to grind against the lethal metal. 

The same weapon I used to kill someone tonight. 

She’s a beautiful, witchy thing, face burning with bliss, lips parted, and eyes half-lidded, never breaking eye contact from my throbbing cock as I fuck my hand to the sight of her clit rubbing against my gun.

My wrist twists and pulls, tugging myself closer to an orgasm. 

“Such a pretty fucking cunt. All needy and ready for me. You want to be a filthy little toy for me, Coraline? Just a hole for me to warm my cock up in?”

Her pussy clenches around the gun’s shaft at my words, a long, drawn-out moan that rises in pitch like she can’t take any more. Those hushed gasps from her pouty lips tell me she’s getting close again. 

I return to my earlier position, grabbing her wrist with my free hand and yanking the gun from her swollen cunt. The cry that rips from her lungs is music to my ears. It makes my balls tingle, threatening to spill come all over my fist. 

“Silas!” she begs, writhing beneath me.

My name has never sounded better, a shattered whine on her wicked lips.

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

I force her fingers to relinquish its hold on the weapon, holding it myself as I teasingly flick my tongue over her sensitive bud. A pool of her arousal glazes the desk beneath her ass. 

“Yes! Yes, I want to be your toy, just a hole for you. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Keep begging, baby,” I hum. “I like hearing you beg for me.” 

“I need to come,” she pleads with me, sweat trickling between her breasts, unable to gather a full, deep breath. “It hurts—God, it hurts, please.” 

“Here?” I offer, my tongue coming to lap over her throbbing clit. She moans with a jolt, chasing my tongue. “Is this pussy aching right here?” 

My mouth caresses her core again and again, lapping at it, playing with it. 

“Yes, Silas. Right there, right there.” 

Fire courses through my veins as my hips thrust into my fist erratically, losing rhythm. My labored breaths mix with Coraline’s as I hum between her thighs. 

“I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” There are tears in the back of her eyes. God, the thought of her pretty face coated in tears because she needs to come makes my hips falter. 

I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the bud before shoving the barrel of my gun into her wet hole, forcing her walls to stretch around it, sending her spiraling over the edge and into an ocean of euphoria.

Coraline’s eyes slam shut, her back arches, and the screams of her pleasure pierce and echo around my office. The force of her orgasm leaves her shaking, her pussy contracting in tiny spasms around the metal wedged inside of her. 

When her nails dig holes into my shoulder, I aimlessly rut into my hand. That inevitable climax in the pit of my stomach explodes. 

“Coraline. F-Fuck, baby,” I groan as I finally reach my release. The pressure in me finally snaps as thick ropes of come paint my fingers, covering her silk panties.

White-hot bliss courses through me, tongue unable to help but clean up the juices leaking from her as I shake with the aftershocks of my release. The salty yet sweet taste of her arousal coats my chin as I pull my head back. She falls back onto the desk, palms resting behind her to keep her upright. 

She’s beat. Tired and blissed-out.

If she only knew this is only the start of where I want her before I fuck her. As if my cock agrees, it twitches, hardening as I stand up. When I step between her thighs, she blinks up at me, still trying to get her breathing under control.

I grip the back of her neck, stitching our mouths together. She moans, sucking my tongue into her mouth to drink down the taste of her come. I’ve barely scratched the surface of how deeply I wanted to burrow inside of her.

She has me, and she doesn’t even realize it, so consumed with trying to keep me at bay that she doesn’t know I want her pain. I want her screaming hurt and aching rage. That person she hides from the world, the one she fears in the mirror.

I want her.

And I don’t know what that means for me, for us. I’ve never been one to think clearly when something I want is on the horizon.

“Open,” I command against her mouth, watching as her eyebrows furrow in confusion, but her jaw lowers, pink lips parting for me. 

I hold her face in my hand before shoving the silk panties into her mouth. My come stains the fabric, some still dripping from the lace edges. 

There is a desire in my gut that’s been pooling there since the moment I laid eyes on Coraline. It’s a violent fire that staggers and groans, writhes beneath the earth like it does beneath my skin. It’s completely unexpected and overwhelming, like it can’t get enough of itself. It bleeds and spreads from contact.

It’s the death of the sun, replaced by the flecks of gold in her eyes.

“You’re my wife, Coraline Hawthorne. If I want to cover myself in the blood of a thousand more men to protect you, I will,” I tell her. “They cannot hurt you without having to answer to me.”