Chapter 65: Future Regrets
"No promises beyond tonight?" he asked quietly, the heat in his voice unmistakable.
Bliss stepped closer, close enough that he felt her breath against his neck, causing a shiver to roll through him. "I wouldn't have it any other way." She whispered into his ear, the feeling of her lips so close was delicious.
The silence between them was almost tangible, heavy with barely contained desires and the relentless awareness of their proximity. Sil finally broke it, voice raspy. "This doesn't mean I like you."
She smiled easily. "Believe me, the feeling's mutual."
Another pause. Tension crackled electrically between them, drawing them closer despite themselves. Bliss stepped into his personal space again, her voice dropping to a velvet murmur. "But liking each other isn't exactly a prerequisite for...other activities."
He swallowed, fighting back the vivid images that surged through his mind at her words. "Other activities?"
Bliss tilted her head playfully, eyes hooded, smirking, sly and knowing. "We're adults, Sil. Adults with needs." She leaned closer, voice silky and dripping with innuendo. "And since it seems neither of us has anyone else suitable right now, why not be- practical?"
"Suitable?" Sil's voice was rough, it had gone dry a few moments ago.
"You have to know that for people like- well- people like us, finding a partner that you can completely let go with, that you aren't forced to- hold back. Honestly, we are the perfect pair to fix that."
His heartbeat hammering wildly as he met her gaze. Clearing his throat, "Practical…you mean no strings?
She nodded slowly, deliberately close enough that he felt the warmth of her breath on his chest. "No strings. No emotions. Just, scratching an itch."
Sil's eyes darkened, pulse racing dangerously. He looked around quickly, fighting a losing battle against his impulses. "Well, when you put it that way…" he muttered hoarsely, reaching out impulsively to brush a thumb against her cheek, eyes fixed on her lips. "It would be practical." Looking at her luscious, full lips, all he could think about was how good they would look wrapped around h—
NO. Stop that.
Bliss smiled wickedly, leaning briefly into his touch. "Perfectly practical."
He raised an eyebrow, smirking despite himself. Chuckling in near disbelief, he simply shook his head and let out a shaky breath. "You don't even like me."
She stepped closer, boldly running her fingertips lightly down his chest, teasing along defined muscles. "True, but do we really need to like each other to scratch that itch? We're both adults. Mature enough to handle... certain arrangements."
He caught her wrist gently, holding her palm to his chest, feeling his pulse quicken beneath her touch. His voice lowered huskily, eyes glittering with mischievous fire. "No strings. No feelings. Purely practical?"
Oh gods, I am making a deal with the devil.
She pressed herself completely up against him, tilting her head upward, lips tantalizingly close to his ear. "Exactly. Think of it as… cooperation."
I am definitely going to regret this decision.
Sil chuckled, shaking his head slightly as his resolve weakened entirely. "Fine. But let's keep this simple. I still don't trust you." Their gazes locked, decisions wordlessly finalized. Sil let out another low chuckle, shaking his head at himself. "This stays between us, Bliss. No complications."
Yup. It's going to get complicated.
"Agreed," she whispered, her voice sweetly mocking as she tilted her chin defiantly, mouth curling into a sensual smile. "And I don't trust you either."
Their faces lingered inches apart, breath mingling, bodies close enough that heat danced freely between them. Eyes locked, daring each other to make the first move.
Sil, feeling his restraint snap like a frayed rope, swept a heated look down her body, then back up to meet her eyes. Now filled with an insatiable hunger, like a wild animal, operating on instinct alone.
"Then come on," he growled, taking her hand firmly. "Let's go be practical somewhere more private."
I am an idiot.
"Right now?" Bliss purred playfully, her fingertips sliding teasingly along his recently bare stomach, making his breath hitch in his chest.
Sil smirked, catching her forearm as her fingers toyed with the hem of his pants and with a mischievous grin he pulled her along into the shadowed privacy of the nearby woods. "Why wait?"
The moment they were far enough past the treeline, Sil wasted no time at all. This minx has been teasing him since the moment she arrived, and he was done with the games.
He spun around and his lips landed gently on Bliss's. His hands found their way to her cup her face on either side. Her lips were even softer than he had imagined. A thrill suddenly roared within his stomach.
He had never so completely succumbed to his desires in that way. As Bliss wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to do so, Sil placed his hands on her hips. He slows slid them down her body until he reached her firm thighs, then leaning forward slightly he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Bliss let out an involuntary whimper. She opened her lips slightly and teased his mouth with her tongue, coaxed him to do the same. Sil's arms had both wrapped around her body keeping her pinned close to his chest. Her breasts pressed against his chest, so that he could feel them through the thin fabric of their shirts.
She kissed along his jawline, and nibbled on his earlobe. Her hot breath rolling over his ear and the nape of his neck, sending a shockwave coursing through him. Sil growled in complete arousal. He felt the shiver wake up certain parts of himself as it washed over his body like a shockwave.
Bliss leaned back slightly and looked Sil directly in the eyes. "What abilities are you currently holding?"
WHAT?!
Stunned, momentarily frozen from bewilderment, Sil took a quick inventory of the flames he had burning brightly within his abdomen. There was a hint of apprehension, racking his brain for any possibility that this was some type of embarrassing set-up.
Unable to think of any, he began leaning in slowly and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek. "Speed," he said as he turned his lips to her neck. "Strength," he next kissed along her collar bone.
Lacing his arms through her's, he reached up, and gripping her shoulders he pulled her body downward just as he bucked his pelvis forward. Allowing her to feel the rigidity of his desire pressing up on her from below and simultaneously he said "hardening" to which she moaned quietly as her head rolled back.
This created a perfect view of her cleavage, plump, round, and firmly pressed against him. He buried his face between them, tasting the delicate skin with his tongue. Through the kisses his voice reverberated out, slightly muffled. "Fire."
Another soft moan escaped her lips, responding to the heat of his breath and the pharamones from his body's aroused response to hers. Bliss took in shallow breaths and laced her fingers through his hair.
Then, without any warning, the world began to spin.