Free Locked in Silence: Grimm's Circle, Book 5 by Shiloh Walker Page A

shook and tried to breathe. Just when she thought she’d be able to manage one decent breath of air, Silence stood, wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her against him.
    Belatedly, she realized they’d been pressed against the window—where anybody could see. She couldn’t quite work up the interest to care, though, not when his mouth was teasing hers again, not when he was kissing her, his teeth nibbling at her lower lip tauntingly, then his tongue was sliding over hers, stroking and twining and teasing…
    With awkward, shaking hands, she reached between them and fumbled for his zipper. She finally managed to get her fingers to cooperate and she dragged it down, shaking as her fingers brushed against him—thick, hard, throbbing under the restraint of his pants.
    When she shoved a hand inside and closed her fingers around him, she felt and heard his reaction—blistering-hot want exploded through a mental connection, followed closely by, “Stop or this will end before we even start.”
    Tearing her mouth away from his, she whispered against his lips, “Then we just start all over again…”
    He caught her hands, jerking them up over her head. “Stop.”
    As he lifted his head, their gazes locked and he stared down at her, stroked a hand down, lightly rubbed the heel of his palm against her mound. “Don’t worry…I have plans to do this many times tonight,” he told her.
    Then he stopped touching her long enough to shove his pants down one-handed.
    With her arms still pinned overhead, she was trapped, helpless…unable to do anything but wait.
    Her breath hitched in her chest as he leaned into her, pale blue eyes glittering with heat and desire. He caught one leg, guided it over his hip. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
    Vanya brought her other leg up, whimpered as the position opened her, had her pressed against him—open, wet, waiting…vulnerable.
    His gaze captured hers, held it.
    And then he pushed forward.
    Vanya’s lashes fluttered down.
    “No—”
    His voice was a harsh demand in her head—velvet rasping inside her skull, demanding, seductive.
    “Look at me…”
    Groaning, Vanya forced her lashes up, stared at him. Watched him as he slowly, oh so slowly sank inside her.
    The thickness of his cock throbbed, pulsed, lodged just inside her pussy. Inch by slow inch, he sank inside.
    She arched forward, whimpering as he stretched her.
    Silence dipped his head, rubbed his lips over her mouth. Soft, slow kisses, teasing and sweet. He slipped a hand between them, his thumb unerringly seeking out the tight bud of her clit, stroking it. She gasped out his name, jerked against his hold, desperate to wrap her arms around him—to feel all of him.
    Not just his body, and not just his voice rumbling inside her head…
    “Open for me, Vanya…open…sweet, so damn sweet…”
    Although, damn, she did like the sound of his voice rumbling inside her head.
    Tearing her mouth from his, she jerked against his hold again and said, “Let go of my hands.”
    Slowly, his fingers uncurled, stroked down her arms.
    She wound her arms around his neck, fisted her hands in the golden silk of his hair. Staring into his eyes, she tugged his mouth back to hers. One hand, big and scarred, came up, framed her face, held her as he lightly kissed her. A butterfly kiss…so light, so gentle.
    She pressed her nails into his scalp, whispered against his lips, “Kiss me, damn it.”
    He grinned against her mouth.
    Then, without pause, Silence slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her—his tongue twining with hers, stroking, teasing. Sharing heat and promises…so deep, so hot. It was almost a seduction in itself, that kiss, so intimate and intense.
    He stroked his hand down, cupped her hips, held her steady as he started to rock slowly, moving in a circular, teasing angle—the head of his cock hitting her just so—
    Oh, hell… Vanya sobbed into his mouth, felt the burn spread through her, felt the need blister