Chapter 46: Bonding(R18)
Silas’s hands found the ties of Elara’s dress, his fingers deftly undoing them one by one. She shivered as the cool air of the library touched her skin, her breath hitching as his hands slid inside the fabric, caressing her back, her hips, her thighs.
Elara’s own hands were not idle. She tugged at the hem of his tunic, pulling it free from his pants, her fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen, feeling the ridged muscles beneath. Silas hissed in a breath as her hands moved higher, her thumbs brushing against his nipples.
Their kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, their bodies pressing together as if they could not get close enough. Silas walked her backwards until her hips hit the edge of the table, his hands lifting her onto it, knocking a stack of books to the floor with a thud.
Elara gasped as he pushed her dress up to her waist, his hands running up her legs, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body aching for his touch, for his kiss.
Silas seemed to sense it, his fingers finding the edge of her undergarments, his thumb brushing against her center, making her moan into his mouth. He broke away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her, his hand still moving, his thumb circling, his fingers sliding inside her.
Elara’s head fell back, her eyes closing, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Silas," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."
He seemed to understand, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder, his other hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple.
Elara’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing, her fingers digging into Silas’s arms, her mouth open in a silent cry. He caught it with his own, his kiss swallowing her moans, his hands still moving, drawing out her pleasure until she was left trembling in his arms.
When the last waves of her orgasm subsided, Elara opened her eyes to find Silas watching her, his eyes soft with a tenderness that made her heart ache. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, then to her cheek, her jaw, her neck.
"I want you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "I want to feel you around me, Elara. I want to hear you moan my name."
She nodded, her hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it, pushing his pants down over his hips. Silas helped her, kicking them aside, his hands going to his tunic, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor.
Elara took a moment to look at him, her eyes running over his body, taking in the hard muscles, the smooth skin, the way his body was honed from years of training and fighting. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen, his chest, his shoulders.
Silas caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm, then guiding it to his erection. He was hard, his body aching with desire, and Elara could feel the way he trembled as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him, feeling the velvet softness of his skin, the steel hardness beneath.
He groaned, his head falling back, his hips moving with her hand. Elara leaned in, her lips finding his neck, his chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles, her teeth nipping at his skin.
Silas’s hands found her hips, lifting her, positioning himself at her entrance. Elara looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and he nodded, his hands tightening on her hips as he pushed inside her.
They both moaned, their bodies fitting together perfectly, their hips moving in sync, their breaths coming in short gasps. Elara could feel every inch of him, her body stretching to accommodate him, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.
Silas’s hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She could feel the pressure building inside her again, her body tensing, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Silas," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "I’m close. I’m so close."
He nodded, his thrusts growing faster, harder, his hands moving to her hips, lifting her, angling her to take him deeper. Elara could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled, the way his breath came in short gasps.
"Elara," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come with me. Now."
And with a final thrust, they both came, their bodies convulsing, their fingers digging into each other’s skin, their mouths open in silent cries. They rode out their orgasms together, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one.
As they came down from their high, Silas leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Elara’s lips, his hands still holding her close. She could feel the way his body trembled, the way his heart beat against her chest, and she knew that in that moment, they were not just advisor and servant, not just two people drawn together by an irresistible force.
As their breaths returned to normal, Silas and Elara looked at each other, the intensity of their encounter hanging heavy in the air. They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. The unspoken agreement was clear: this changes nothing.
Silas reached down, picking up his tunic and pulling it back on, his movements brusque. Elara watched him, her expression unreadable, before she too began to dress, her movements efficient, practiced.
The library was silent, the only sound the rustle of fabric as they put themselves back together. Silas looked at the door, his brow furrowed in thought. He had locked it when they entered, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone.
Elara seemed to sense his thoughts, her eyes narrowing as she looked around the room. "Do you think we were overheard?" she asked, her voice low.
Silas shook his head, but there was no conviction in the gesture. "I don’t know. But we should be more careful. We can’t afford to give anyone ammunition against us."
Elara nodded, her expression serious. "Agreed. We need to keep this between us. For now, at least."
Silas looked at her, his gaze intense. "You’re right. We have too much at stake to let this get out. But that doesn’t mean I regret it."
Elara’s expression softened slightly. "Neither do I. But we need to be smart about this. We can’t let our...connection cloud our judgment."
Silas nodded, his expression turning grim. "You’re right. We have a job to do, and we can’t let anything get in the way of that. Not even this."
Elara looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Agreed. We’ll keep this between us. For now."
With that, they turned back to their work, the intensity of their encounter fading into the background as they focused on the task at hand. The library was silent once more, the only sound the rustle of pages as they pored over ancient tomes, their bodies close but their minds elsewhere. Their relationship might not be lovey dovey, but it was intense, passionate, and most importantly, pragmatic. They would use each other, use their connection, to further their goals. But they would never let it control them.
