“Ah—haa!”
With every forceful thrust, Rachel’s toes lightly scraped the floor before drifting back into the air. The sensation of being entirely at Silas’s mercy—held helpless as his captive—only stoked the heat consuming her body.
“See? You love it.”
Silas let out a dark, breathless chuckle and leaned his weight over her, pinning her instantly. The sheer pressure of his lower half crushing against hers sent a violent tremor through her limbs.
“N-no…!”
She writhed, fighting against the tide of suffocating pleasure, but Silas cupped his broad hand over her mouth, stifling her protests.
“I know you love it.”
With half her face smothered, air came in ragged, desperate gasps, making the heavy, pulsing heat below all the sharper. Her muffled moans caught in the back of her throat. Starved of breath and dizzy with sensation, every touch hit her with piercing clarity.
“Mmh… nhh!”
Silas gripped her waist in a vice-like hold. With every movement of his hips, her body yielded to his rhythm without resistance. The wet, rhythmic friction and the sensation of being completely filled grew insufferably intense.
“You’re squeezing me.”
His voice was a low, mocking rumble against her skin. Inside her, the coiled tension swelled to a breaking point. Rachel felt as though she were burning alive.
Even with her mouth clamped shut, the pleasure bursting within her couldn't be contained. As Silas tightened his hold, trapping her beneath him, her suppressed cries began to seep past his fingers.
“Hm…! Ahk, nhh…”
A violent shudder racked her frame. The heat boiled over, flooding her veins, threatening to shatter her completely. Instinct told her the crest was right there.
The sudden, torrential sensation threatened to break her, yet she trembled, desperately trying to hold out until the end.
Silas crushed her defiance without mercy.
“Don’t you dare hold back.”
He murmured the low command and buried himself deep inside her. Her back instantly arched, her inner walls contracting in a sharp, violent spasm that clamped tightly around him. Her vision whited out as the orgasm burst through her.
Wrenching her hips to escape the overwhelming wave proved useless. Her entire body was already swept up in the tempest he had unleashed, beyond all hope of retrieval.
Riding the peak, her body clutched at him even tighter, driving Silas into an even rougher frenzy. His grip on her waist tightened, pinning her down as she shuddered uncontrollably.
“Rachel. Tell me you like it.”
Finally, Silas lifted his hand from her face. With her lips parted and her face flushed, Rachel gasped desperately for air.
Her tear-veiled eyes had lost focus, fluttering weakly as she looked up at him. Every thread of logic had burned away; clear thought was impossible.
“Haa… Yes… Ah, I like it…”
“Good girl.”
Silas whispered with a low, taunting smirk. He hooked a finger under her chin, making her eyelids tremble.
“Then I’ll make you like it even more.”
He breathed the promise into her ear, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his chest. Before the lingering tremors of her climax could fade, he delivered another punishing shock.
Withdrawing almost completely, he drove back in with ruthless force, over and over.
“Ugh…! Haa, ahk… Ah!”
Her mind reeled from the sudden surge. Sensitive to the point of agony, every stroke sent fresh shivers cascading down her spine. Silas smothered her mouth once more and set a relentless pace.
“Not enough yet, is it? A little taste won’t satisfy you.”
His provocative words burrowed deep into her mind. Even had her mouth been free, Rachel could not have denied them. Every time he drove hard against her depth, fresh pleasure flared from deep within. Involuntarily, the corners of her lips curled upward.
At first, it was merely a faint twitch lost in her ragged breaths, but slowly it deepened into a true smile. The moment she admitted she liked it, the overwhelming pleasure transformed into a dark, intoxicating satisfaction.
Wreathed in the heat encompassing her body, her hips instinctively began to move in return.
Unable to bear even a second of space between them, she rolled her hips against his, matching his stride. She craved it deeper; to pull back now meant losing this unbearable ecstasy.
“Ah, aah… Silas, ah…!”
Ordinarily, she would never have dared utter his name, choosing the safety of “honey” to keep her distance. Yet now, Rachel gasped his name aloud, her hips rising rhythmically to meet his.
Silas mocked her, asking how she could possibly feel this good, but the taunts barely registered.
Her body, exhausted from repeated climaxes, had reached its absolute threshold, yet her muscles clenched greedily around him, demanding more. She squeezed him tighter, urging him on, silently begging him not to stop.
“That’s it, Rachel. Keep begging.”
As her consciousness frayed at the edges, Rachel repeated the same breathless refrain, swept away by wave after punishing wave of release.
“Ah, Silas… I like it… Mmh, I like it…!”
She kept chanting it until Silas finally broke inside her, spilling over until her inner heat could hold no more, his seed trailing down her thighs.
Though held captive in Silas’s arms night and day, Rachel had never abandoned the thought of escape. And then, the opportunity she had prayed for finally arrived.
Silas lay stretched across the bed, deathly pale and shivering violently. A slick layer of cold sweat coated his forehead and the nape of his neck, his lips moving as he muttered incoherent fragments.
“39.8 degrees…”
Silas could lie, but the digital display could not. The numbers on the thermometer were absolute. A once-in-a-lifetime chance had landed in her lap.
“I’ll… I’ll go make some soup!”
“…”
Silas’s parched lips parted, then closed without making a sound. He looked as though he wanted to object, but Rachel didn't linger to hear it. Turning on her heel, she rushed out of the room, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She made straight for the staircase leading down to the first floor. Unlike every other time, Silas did not appear to block her way.
Step, step. She took the stairs at a frantic pace.
‘She’s running.’
Silas’s body felt leaden, far too heavy to even sit up, let alone give chase. Heat poured from his lungs with every ragged breath, as though he were sinking into an abyss.
His head spun, and his eyes burned from the fever. Closing his eyes, he quietly pictured the woman who insisted she was his wife.