Chapter 6:

Addicted

The days that followed blurred into pure, forbidden pleasure. Silas and I barely left the house. Every room became ours.

The morning after our first time, I found him in the kitchen making coffee. I walked up behind him in just his t-shirt and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I cannot stop thinking about last night,” I whispered, pressing my body against his back. “I feel so full of you still.”

Silas turned and lifted me onto the kitchen counter in one smooth motion. “Good. Because I am nowhere near done with you, Elara.” He kissed me hard, spreading my legs and pushing inside me right...