Chapter 6 Perfectly Mine

• Kerry's POV
• Silas had me hoisted against the tree, my legs wrapped firmly around him as he thrust into me. He hadn’t even fully removed his pants; they dangled around his ankles, and his belt made a faint clicking sound with every movement.
• He settled into a steady rhythm, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me. “God, you feel so good around me, baby—fuck—” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine, his sweat-dampened curls brushing my skin.
• We’d had sex countless times before, but there was something about this setting that made it feel so much better—more passionate. Or maybe it was because we’d spent the last few days ignoring each other, the craving for touch growing unbearable in the silence.
• “Silas,” I moaned his name as a particular thrust hit a sensitive spot inside me, sending a tremor through my body. His grip on my hips tightened, and his thrusts came faster, harder. “It feels like you’re in my fucking stomach—God!”
• “Gotta fuck my baby good if I wanna knock her up,” Silas panted, adding more force to his movements. “Nice and deep so I can—shit—fuck all this cum into you.”
• I tried to stifle the wail that escaped me, but I couldn’t—not with Silas talking like that. All I could do was toss my head back and scream into the secluded forest. “Please, please, pleaseee!” I whined, feeling the heat building inside me. “I need it so fucking bad!”
• “Need to be mine, yeah? Need me to make sure everyone knows who you belong to? Keep those fuckers away from you?”
• I nodded, barely registering his words. The meaning didn’t matter—all I knew was that I wanted him, needed him.
• “Fuck, baby. I will, I promise,” he whispered, his voice wavering. “Gonna fuck you ‘till you’re cockstupid and drive you home with cum dripping down your thighs.”
• God, that was so hot. I’d hardly known Silas was capable of dirty talk. Our past encounters had been filled mostly with desperate moans and groans, but now he was claiming me with every word, marking my insides with his seed and scent so no man would dare come near me. His jealousy, his need to possess me—it was intoxicating.
• He slammed into me with a force that could’ve shattered bones if I weren’t partially supernatural. My body seized as a wail tore from my throat, my nails clawing at the tree bark behind me. The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me trembling, my vision swimming.
• Silas didn’t stop. He fucked me through the mind-numbing pleasure, his movements rough and erratic as he shifted my body however he needed to milk his cock dry. Without warning, he hoisted me higher against the tree, yanking my hips back as he ground into me with enough force to make me jolt.
• “Hngh!” He grit his teeth, trembling from overstimulation. “Too much,” I whimpered, overwhelmed.
• “You can take it,” Silas growled, his red, glazed eyes locking on mine. He tilted his head back for a moment, forgetting he didn’t actually need to breathe, before quickening his pace. “C’mon, just need a little more—” He leaned forward, his tongue trailing along the side of my neck, and only then did I realize what he was asking for.
• Surprisingly, the thought didn’t make me tense; it only made me hotter. “Please, baby, can I—”
• “Yes!” I moaned, thrusting back against him to take him deeper. My second orgasm was already building. “Bite me, please!”
• Silas didn’t wait to be told twice. With one last graze of his fangs against my skin, he sank them into my flesh. The sensation was overwhelming—the slight pain melting into an immense pleasure that had me drooling. A wail escaped me as I came, my fluids trickling down my thighs in a torrent, mixing with the obscene sounds of Silas chasing his release.
• When Silas came, he was a wreck—his thighs trembling, his hips bucking wildly as load after load spilled into me. His growls were feral, almost animalistic. It would’ve frightened me if I weren’t so in love, if I didn’t trust him with my life.
• I whined softly as his fangs retracted, his lips painted red with my blood. He licked the crimson fluid away before kissing me deeply. His mouth tasted sweet and metallic, but I didn’t care.
• “Fuck, that was good,” he murmured. I hummed in agreement, barely able to balance as he gently set me back on my feet. His smirk at my trembling legs was infuriatingly smug. I would’ve rolled my eyes at his cockiness if I weren’t still cockstupid from what we’d just done. Damn, that was the best sex I’d ever had.
• My thighs glistened with my fluids, and I realized I might’ve squirted. Silas had kept his promise—I had cum dripping down my legs. I felt filthy, but fully satisfied.
• “How do you feel?” Silas asked, steadying me with a hand on my hip. His expression turned concerned when he saw the dazed look on my face. “Did I...hurt you?”
• “No. I... I think we should do that again.”
• “Sex?”
• “Yes, but also the...” I paused, my hand brushing the sticky, wet spot on my neck. Staring at the blood on my fingertips, I swallowed thickly as Silas took my hand and licked the remnants away. The sight made me clench my thighs. “The biting. I liked it.”
• “Oh, baby. You can’t imagine how much I liked it too. You taste divine—every single part of you.”
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• “Does this mean you forgive me?”
• “I was a bit unreasonable,” he admits. “It happened before we got together; I understand. It’s just... you have no idea how I feel about you, Kerry. You’re so... perfect. I’m selfish. I want you all to myself, baby.”
• “I want you all to myself too.”
• I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. When I locked a leg around his hips, Silas didn’t seem to mind that I was getting jizz all over his pants, which had managed to escape the messiness from our passionate session.
• “Tammy, I don’t like her.”
• “Aww, are you jealous, baby?” he cooed, placing a hand under my jaw to tilt my face. Silas kissed me softly. I could tell he was pleased at the thought of me getting jealous. He was strange like that.
• “Don’t worry, you are the only woman in my heart. I mean it. I love you.”
• “I love you so much, baby.”
• When we arrived back home, I still had dried cum all over my thighs. With the way Bill scrunched up his nose at the sight of me, I could tell he could smell it.
• “Good to see you two made up.”
• “I’m going to shower,” I said and hurried upstairs.
• It would never stop being weird, being around Bill, who was screwing my mom while I, in turn, was screwing his son. It was just awkward.
• Silas was waiting in my room when I walked out of the bathroom. I went over to gush at our daughter in his arms.
• “So, do you want to remain in Elthon or...”
• “I don’t mind either way, but Dad wants me to get a degree, you know, and I feel like I owe him that much.”
• “Next week then?” he asked almost eagerly.
• I knew he wouldn’t want us staying in Elthon, not when Carter and Deric were still a major sore point for him.
• “Yeah.” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Anything you want.”
• This might be it—the beginning of a happy ending for me. Sure, I was certain there would be more complications in the future. Asher was still a threat after all, but I’d just have to get strong enough to protect Octavia, Silas was there to protect her too.
• But for now, everything felt okay. It was good enough.