Grayfia's breath hitched. She looked up at him, silver eyes wide with a mix of surprise, hesitation, and something much hotter.
Silas placed one hand on the door beside her head, leaning in close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips.
"You came to me," he said lowly, voice rough. "That means you're done pretending, right?"
Grayfia didn't answer right away. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, but she made no real effort to push him away.
"I… I shouldn't be here," she whispered, but her body betrayed her words. She didn't move. If anything, she leaned in slightly.
Silas smirked, sliding his hand down to grip her ass firmly through her maid uniform, pulling her hips against his growing hardness.
"Yet here you are," he said, nipping at her earlobe.
Grayfia shivered visibly. A soft, barely audible sound escaped her throat as his fingers dug into her plump rear.
"I only came to… speak with you," she tried, voice trembling. "About your behavior with Sirzechs—"
"Bullshit," Silas cut her off, tilting her chin up so she had to look him in the eyes. "You came because you're jealous. Because you can't stop thinking about how my hands felt on your tits that night."
Grayfia's face burned crimson. She opened her mouth to deny it, but Silas kissed her hard before she could speak.
The kiss was dominant and hungry. He claimed her mouth without mercy, tongue sliding against hers as he pressed her harder against the door. Grayfia resisted for half a second…then melted.
Her hands fisted his shirt as she kissed him back, weeks of suppressed desire finally breaking free. When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily.
Silas's hand moved up, boldly cupping one of her heavy breasts through her uniform, squeezing it firmly.
"Tell me to stop," he challenged, thumb brushing over her hardening nipple. "Say it, and I'll let you walk out right now."
Grayfia's silver eyes were glassy with lust. Her lips trembled. She didn't say a word. Instead, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another fierce kiss.
Silas growled in satisfaction. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.
He dropped her onto the mattress, crawling over her, his hands already working on the buttons of her maid uniform.
Grayfia's breathing was ragged as he peeled the fabric open, revealing her pale, perfect breasts.
He didn't waste time, he leaned down and took one stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other.
"Ah…!" Grayfia gasped, back arching off the bed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there as soft, needy moans escaped her.
Silas looked up at her flushed, beautiful face with dark eyes.
"You're mine tonight, Grayfia," he growled against her skin. "No more pretending."
Downstairs, the conversation continued, completely unaware of what was happening just one floor above.
Silas didn't waste any more time with words.
He pushed Grayfia down onto the bed, her maid uniform already half-unbuttoned and disheveled. He kissed her hard once more before trailing his lips down her neck, her collarbone, and between the valley of her heavy breasts.
Grayfia's breathing grew shaky as he moved lower, kissing down her toned stomach until he reached the hem of her skirt.
He pushed it up roughly, exposing her black lace panties ,already visibly damp.
Without hesitation, Silas hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down her long legs, tossing them aside. Grayfia instinctively tried to close her thighs, but he grabbed them firmly and spread them wide.
"Silas…" she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
He looked up at her flushed face, smirking.
"You're soaked," he said, voice rough. "All that pretending, and your pussy is dripping for me."
Before she could respond, Silas leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit.
Grayfia's back arched sharply off the bed, a choked moan escaping her lips.
"Ah—!"
He didn't hold back. He buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking at her folds with shameless hunger.
His tongue circled her swollen clit before dipping inside her tight entrance, tasting her thoroughly. Grayfia's hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly as her hips bucked against his mouth.
"Silas… nngh… that's ahh!"
He sucked harder on her clit, two fingers sliding into her soaked pussy, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her.
Grayfia's thighs trembled around his head, her usual icy composure completely shattered as she moaned openly.
He ate her out like a man starved, messy, wet, and relentless. The obscene sounds of his tongue and fingers working her filled the room, mixed with her broken gasps and whimpers.
Grayfia's legs started shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm— I'm going to—!"
She came hard.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she cried out, hips jerking against his face. A rush of her juices coated his tongue and chin as she rode out the intense orgasm, eyes rolled back, mouth open in silent ecstasy.
Silas didn't stop. He kept licking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she was a twitching, oversensitive mess beneath him.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were glistening with her arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked down at her.
Grayfia lay there panting, chest heaving, silver hair messy across the pillow. She looked utterly wrecked and beautiful.
Silas crawled over her, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. When he pulled back, he smirked.
"Still pretending you don't want this?"
Grayfia didn't answer with words.
Instead, she reached down, grabbed his hard cock, and guided it to her dripping entrance.
"…Shut up and fuck me," she whispered, voice hoarse.
Silas's smirk widened into something feral for a split second… then it vanished completely.
"Nah," he said, his expression turning calm and neutral as he got up from the bed and stretched his arms overhead casually.
Grayfia blinked, her lust-filled haze shattering instantly into pure confusion. She propped herself up on her elbows, silver hair messy, breasts still bare, staring at him like he had grown a second head.
"What do you mean 'no'!?"
Silas walked over to the mirror without rushing, fixing his hair with a few lazy swipes of his hand.
"I thought you'd know basic English, Grayfia," he replied, tone flat. "I said no. It's not that hard to comprehend." He glanced at her reflection, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I'll see you."
He turned and walked out the door casually, closing it behind him with a soft click.
Grayfia sat there on the bed, completely stunned, mouth slightly open.
'Is that man okay in the head?' she thought, utterly baffled.
She looked down at herself, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties discarded somewhere on the floor, her pussy still wet and throbbing with unfulfilled need. Her face burned with a deep, humiliated blush.
'Better question… am I right in the head?!'
The intense arousal that had been building inside her twisted sharply into frustration. She clenched her thighs together, biting her lower lip hard as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat and the aching heat between her legs.
She had offered herself. Openly. And he had turned her down.
Grayfia Lucifuge, the Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation, had just been rejected.
And the worst part? It only made her want him more.
.....
Downstairs, Silas strolled into the living room like nothing had happened, grabbed a cold drink from the fridge, and took a long sip with a small, satisfied smirk on his face.
Upstairs, Grayfia remained in the bedroom for a few more minutes, trying to collect herself and fix her disheveled uniform before she could face anyone again.
TO BE CONTINUED