Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Becoming One
Silas’s hands trembled as they traced down her sides, his touch feather-light against her skin.
When his palms skimmed over the curve of her waist, she leaned into him, her breath hitching.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her lips.
"You. Just you."
He walked her backward toward the bed, his mouth trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck, the sensitive hollow of her throat.
Ivy’s head fell back on a gasp when his teeth grazed her collarbone, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Silas lowered her onto the silk sheets, his body hovering over hers as he took in the sight below him.
"Let me worship you," he said.
His mouth followed the path his hands had taken, pressing kisses down her body as he removed the last barriers between them.
When he finally settled between her thighs, his touch was reverent, gentle fingers exploring, testing, preparing her for what was to come.
Ivy arched off the bed at the first stroke of his tongue, a moan escaping her lips.
"Silas..."
"I am here love," he murmured. "Let me make you feel good."
He took his time, building her pleasure slowly, attentively, reading every reaction, every gasp and quiver.
When she was trembling on the edge, he pulled back, positioning himself above her once more. His blue eyes searched her face, checking, always checking.
"Ivy, look at me."
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as he pressed forward.
The stretch was foreign, almost uncomfortable, and she felt the moment he met resistance.
Silas stilled, his jaw tight with restraint.
"I’m going to go slow," he promised. "Tell me if.."
He pushed forward, and Ivy felt a sharp sting, a quick flare of pain that made her breath catch.
A sob escaped her throat before she could stop it.
Silas froze above her, his face twisted with concern. When he started to pull out, panic surged through her chest.
"No, please..." Her hands grabbed his hips, holding him in place. "Don’t stop. Please, Silas, don’t stop."
"Ivy, you’re crying."
He pulled back despite her protest, his thumb brushing away the tear that escaped down her temple. "We don’t have to do this tonight. We can wait."
"I don’t want to wait anymore." She shook her head, more tears spilling.
"I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel safe with someone. I’m safe with you. I want my first time to be with my husband... the man I love. Please."
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Help me forget. Replace all of it. Make me yours."
Silas’s forehead pressed against hers, his own eyes glistening. "I love you so much, Ivy."
"I love you too, hubby."
He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, soft, tender, patient.
When he pressed forward again, he went slowly, letting her adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
The pain had faded to a dull ache, then to something else entirely as he began to move.
Silas set a gentle rhythm, his hips rocking against hers in slow, deliberate strokes.
His mouth found her neck, her shoulder, whispering praises between kisses. "You feel incredible, wifey. So perfect. So brave."
Ivy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
When her release crashed through her, she cried out his name, her walls clenching around him.
Silas followed her over the edge, his face buried in her neck as he spilled inside her, her name a prayer on his lips.
They lay tangled together in the aftermath, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her hip as their breathing slowed. But when Ivy felt him stir against her thigh, she made a decision.
She pushed him onto his back.
"Ivy?" His blue eyes widened as she straddled his hips, her pink hair falling around them like a curtain.
"You’ve been so gentle with me," she said, positioning herself above him. "So careful. You’ve been holding back this whole time, haven’t you?"
"I didn’t want to hurt..."
She sank down onto him, cutting off his words with a gasp.
His hands flew to her hips, his grip tightening reflexively.
Ivy rolled her hips, experimentally at first, then with growing confidence as pleasure sparked through her veins.
"Ivy," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.
"Let go, hubby." She leaned down, biting his lower lip. "I want to see you lose control."
Silas’s restraint snapped.
He flipped her onto her back, driving into her with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall.
Ivy screamed his name, her nails raking down his back as he pounded into her, chasing his release with reckless abandon.
When she shattered around him a second time, he followed immediately after, burying himself deep as he came.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
They lost count of how many times they came together that night... in every position, in every corner of the bedroom.
And when Silas finally noticed the exhaustion filling on Ivy’s face, he slowed, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before pulling out.
"Sleep now, my love," he whispered, pulling her against his chest.
Ivy nestled into him, her eyes already drifting closed.
But Silas stayed awake, watching her sleep, his heart so full it ached.
She was his. Finally, completely his. And he would spend the rest of his life proving he was worthy of her trust.
The following days felt unusually peaceful.
They spent hours just having sex.
Sometimes they simply sat beside each other and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere.
Most mornings, Silas prepared breakfast for Ivy. He also made lunch and dinner whenever possible.
Meanwhile, Ivy struggled to keep up with his seemingly endless energy.
No matter how much he worked, trained, or helped around the house, he always seemed just as energetic as before.
At times, she genuinely wondered whether he possessed an unlimited supply of stamina.
Sometimes he took her on short walks around the apartment to digest her meals.
Other times, he simply kept her company in bed.
