Chapter3 Please don't stop

Maeve Thorne

The cold spray of the shower had done nothing to kill the fire still raging under my skin. I couldn’t stop myself. Our mouths crashed together again and again, each kiss messier, more frantic than the last, until the third one shattered whatever was left of his restraint.

“Please,” I whimpered against his neck, lips dragging along his jaw. “Give me…”

His scent wrapped around me like a drug of its own. Up close, he was devastating. Tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of lethal masculine beauty that didn’t belong on a floating casino but in some dark Renaissance painting.

The wet fabric clung to powerful thighs and a chest that rose and fell with rigid control. His face was all sharp angles and icy restraint, but those eyes burned with something dangerous.

“Maeve Thorne,” he said, voice low and rough. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He was wrong. The drug had burned away every rational thought I’d spent thirty-two years building. All that remained was this heavy, throbbing ache between my legs, this slick, empty need that made my thighs shake.

My nipples were painfully tight, scraping against wet fabric with every breath. My pussy felt swollen and feverish, constantly clenching around nothing, dripping steadily down my inner thighs.

I rose onto my toes and pressed my body fully against his, a broken moan slipping out as I felt the thick, hard length of his cock against my stomach.

This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong.

But the thought dissolved almost as soon as it formed. The only thing left was raw, animal desperation.

“I need it,” I gasped, rubbing myself shamelessly against his thigh. “It hurts… it hurts so fucking bad.”

Silas’s entire body went rigid. For one agonizing second I felt him fighting it, his hands hovering at my waist instead of gripping me.

“This isn’t right,” he rasped, fingers digging into the tile beside my head. “You’re not in your right mind. The drug is controlling you. I can call my physician, get a suppressant… or I can restrain you until it passes. You don’t want this. Not really.”

His words hit something deep inside me, a flicker of shame that tried to surface.

He’s right. I’m a doctor. I don’t beg strangers to fuck me in showers.

But the drug didn’t care. It only cared that my body was on fire and the only thing that seemed capable of putting it out was him.

I kept pressing closer, lips dragging along his throat, hips rolling against the obvious hardness in his soaked pants.

“God damn you,” he whispered, half curse, half surrender.

Then his control snapped.

His mouth claimed mine with pure possession. His tongue pushed deep, tasting me like he already owned me.

I moaned helplessly into the kiss, fingers threading through his wet hair as I ground against him. Every roll of my hips dragged my aching clit over the hard muscle of his thigh, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

This isn’t me. This can’t be me.

But the thought only made the heat burn hotter.

His hand slid between us, palm pressing firmly against my center through the soaked fabric. The sudden pressure tore a cry from my throat. My head fell back against the tile as white-hot pleasure ripped through me.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick. “Completely soaked for me already.”

I could barely breathe. The world had narrowed to the heat of his body, the heavy press of his cock, and the terrifying knowledge that nothing else mattered except getting him inside me.

Lira… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

The thought of my daughter flashed through my mind like a knife, but even that couldn’t pull me back from the edge.

“Yes,” I sobbed, past shame, past pride, past everything but the pulsing void inside me. “Please… just fuck me. I can’t think anymore. I don’t want to think.”

He didn’t make me wait.

In one ruthless motion he yanked my pants and underwear down, letting them tangle around one ankle. Two thick fingers pushed into me without warning.

The sudden fullness made my breath catch, turning into a guttural moan as he curled them inside me.

I came instantly, hard, a broken cry ripping from my chest. But even as the waves crashed over me, I knew it wasn’t enough. The drug kept the fire roaring. One release only made me hungrier.

“More,” I begged, voice hoarse, hips rocking desperately onto his hand. “I need your cock. Please, Silas, I need you inside me right now.”

He withdrew his fingers with a wet sound and freed himself. I caught one dizzying glimpse of his cock, thick, veined, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. The sight made my mouth water and my pussy clench with fresh need.

He hooked my legs around his waist, lined up, and drove into me in one brutal thrust.

The stretch was devastating. Perfect. I screamed against his shoulder as he buried himself to the hilt, my walls fluttering wildly around his thickness.

Too much. Not enough. God, I hate how good this feels.

“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine, breath hot against my lips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

He started moving, deep, punishing strokes that knocked the air from my lungs. Each thrust dragged against every sensitive nerve inside me.

I couldn’t form words anymore, only desperate, broken sounds leaving my throat as he fucked me harder, faster. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting through wet fabric.

This is going to destroy me. This man is going to ruin my life and I’m begging him to do it.

“Harder,” I finally gasped, heels digging into his ass. “Please… don’t hold back.”

Silas snarled, low and feral. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider as he drove into me with even more force. The new angle hit that perfect spot on every stroke. Pressure built again, darker, more overwhelming.

My breathing turned shallow, almost panicked.

“Come for me,” he growled against my ear. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

The command sent me over the edge.

I came with a scream that echoed off the walls, my pussy clamping down around him in violent pulses.

The drug turned the pleasure almost painful, wave after wave crashing through me until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I could only feel him fucking me through it, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath harsh against my neck.

“Good girl,” he rasped.

Then he buried himself deep and came with a low, broken groan. I felt every thick pulse of his release flooding me, triggering another smaller climax that left me shaking and limp in his arms.

We stayed locked together under the cooling spray, chests heaving. His cock was still buried inside me, twitching. I could feel our combined release leaking down my thighs.

For one brief, terrifying moment, clarity returned.

What the fuck have I done?

Shame tried to rise, but the drug was already licking at the edges of my mind again, whispering that one time would never be enough.

Silas pulled back just enough to look at me. Water clung to his lashes and ran down the sharp line of his jaw. Even now, he looked dangerously beautiful, completely in command.

“You still need more,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

I should have told him no. Should have asked for space. Instead I rolled my hips slowly against him, feeling him harden again inside me, and whispered the only truth I had left.

“Yes… Please don’t stop.”