With her sight taken, every sense narrowed down to him alone.
His other hand moved to cover her breathless, panting lips. Cut off from air, her body grew unnaturally, heightenedly sensitive.
“Mhhpm…!”
Panicking, she twisted beneath him, but his grip was total; there was nowhere to run. He held her fast, stripping away her freedom, and began a slow, deliberate rhythm with his hips.
“Mhm…!”
Each time he drove deep into her core, a smothered moan tore past his fingers. Her inner walls contracted, clinging to him tightly.
“I knew you’d like it, but this exceeds my expectations.”
Silas let out a brief laugh, picking up the pace. Even in the tight space, he thrust with practiced skill, his hot breath falling against her skin. With every motion, her flesh grew warmer, slicker, vice-gripping him with vivid intensity.
“Huu… if you squeeze me like this, how am I supposed to hold back?”
He pressed his hand down firmer, sealing off her eyes and mouth completely. As he drove deeper, her body tightened in response, slowly starving her of breath. The overwhelming rush of pleasure blurred her mind as she drifted toward the edge.
“Wuuhn….”
Blindfolded by his palm, Rachel felt every sensation magnified. Pinned beneath him, she couldn’t move.
A wet, heavy rhythm echoed from where they joined, the feeling of him cleaving through her insides sharp and absolute. Wrapped in his suffocating heat, her senses gave out entirely.
Yet Silas was far from satisfied. He briefly lifted his hand to look at her—her eyes were unfocused, overflowing with tears of pure ecstasy.
It fed his cruelest impulses. Seeing her surrender so completely, unraveling at his slightest touch, filled him with a quiet thrill.
Catching the feverish, dark amusement in his expression, Rachel’s mind cleared for a fraction of a second. Survival instincts screamed inside her.
Before she could fight back, he moved.
He covered her eyes once more and plunged into her with violent force. Her body clamped down as if trying to tear him apart, twisting her flesh in a blinding, unrelenting climax.
It was no fleeting hit of pleasure; wave after wave crashed over her without pause. Silas felt her entire frame shudder, then convulse, and let out a low chuckle.
“Honey, do you love me?”
Keeping her eyes covered, he finally freed her mouth—a desperate reprieve just as her breath was giving out. Rachel instinctively tried to draw air, but her lungs collapsed into broken moans.
“Nhahh, ah! Ah…!”
“Honey. I asked you a question.”
She nodded frantically. He drove into her hard, biting down on her nipple. Shocked, Rachel clenched around him tightly, driving him further into a frenzy.
“Then we’ll be together forever, won’t we? Hm?”
Despite the tender words, his thrusts remained relentless, forcing her compliance. Looking into his bloodshot, manic eyes, she nodded again.
“Haha, hahaha. Good.”
He laughed—a genuine, unmocking sound she had never heard from him before. It sent a cold spike of dread through her, yet she had no choice but to yield. For all his apparent longing for affection, his gaze offered no room for refusal.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Breathing heavily, he buried himself deep inside her with a heavy impact, pinning her hips down. As her body squeezed him in endless spasms, he thrust wildly until his swollen length twitched, spilling inside her. Her body milked every drop, unwilling to let a single trace go.
With a wet sound, Silas pulled free and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Reaching for the water bottle on the nightstand, he drank deeply. Rachel lay beside him, still trembling in the prolonged aftermath of her release.
His eyes traced her limp form. Ready for more, he hardened again instantly. But as he considered taking her right then, his gaze drifted to the narrow gap beneath the bed.
Hidden in the dark crevice while she slept was the luggage.
I need to get rid of that.
Silas climbed back onto the mattress and turned Rachel onto her stomach so she could rest while he moved. He felt generous enough for that now. He needed to push her to the point of utter exhaustion anyway.
To dispose of what was under the bed without her noticing, she had to be dead to the world. He needed her fast asleep while he cleared out the heavy rope, the razor-sharp knife, and the thick plastic bag large enough to hold a child.