Hunger for retribution.

Silas gazed down at Esme with a mixture of wonder and admiration, watching as she rode out the waves of pleasure brought on by her climax. Every time he witnessed such moments, he couldn't help but be captivated by the raw emotion on her face.

He liked to watch her cry with pleasure. It was as if he had accomplished something.

Once her tremors subsided, Silas shed his remaining clothing and lay beside her, spooning her from behind. "Let's come together this time," he murmured, positioning himself and entering her swiftly.

Esme's breath caught in her throat, her muscles tightening around him as she adjusted to the sensation.

Silas reveled in the feeling, fighting back the urge to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

"Oh! You feel so good," he breathed. But he wanted to stretch this moment a little longer.