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“I can’t do this, even if I had a condom or you were on the pill, it wouldn’t be right. I don’t want us to regret it.”

I don’t know what comes over me but I grab a fistful of grass, tearing it from the earth and toss it at him.

“Fuck you,” I yell.

I fumble to my feet and reach for my clothes, grabbing them and pulling them to my breasts. God, I feel like such an idiot to trust him, to be vulnerable in front of him. I refuse to beg, I’m too proud.

His large bulk closes in on me and I push him with all my strength, but the big guy is immovable and I fall back onto the grass, panting and cursing at him. It’s like something has taken over me and got me psycho-bitch mad. But it feels exhilarating.

And I pull at his soaking wet shirt, claw his chest, and press my splayed hands on the hard ridges of his chest.

He pins my wrists above me.

“Fuck, Delilah, you’re a tigress,” he seethes. “If I take you here, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Then don’t. I want all of you. I want to know the parts of yourself that you’re protecting me from, I want to know the danger.”

Relief washes over his eyes. He returns to my entrance, lining himself up.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll know this is real.”

A second later, his dick carries out the promise and drives into me.

Fricking hell.The pain of his full length is more than I can bear. Consuming and merciless, I dig my fingers into his back and sink my teeth into his shoulder, muffling my cry with his flesh. I taste something tangy and wet and know I’m shredding him as he takes my virginity.

We’re bare, vulnerable, and exposed as he strokes in and out of me, and even though his eyes flash with ferocity, I notice how his muscles bunch and coil as soon he hears my cry—he wrangles the beast in. I know intuitively that Silas would rather burn the world down than harm a hair on my head and at the same time I know his body craves for the sustenance of my body.

His kiss is gentle, soothing, almost apologetic before it turns hard and captivating, dominating every part of me.

We’re two wild flames burning chaotically in a storm and when the heavens come crashing down onto us, dousing us with bliss, pummeling into him and then into me, I’m closer to him than ever before as I unleash a rapturous cry.

Silas

I wrapher in my drenched shirt and carry her through the rain into my truck. I don’t even know how to speak even though the beast inside me has retreated back to his cave.

But I pull her close during the drive home. We’re silent as we go into my cabin. It doesn’t feel likemineanymore. She fills it with a presence that makes it feel like home,ourhome.

Without a word, we strip and get into the shower to let the warm water wash away the mud and dirt.

And fuck, my cock stands to attention as she stands in front of me ass naked and sweet looking.

My mouth still tingles with the taste of her and as I stare down at her nipples I want them between my teeth once again, I want to feed her desire with the pleasure my mouth can give to her.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop myself from being drawn in by her even though it’ll mean getting swallowed up by her flame.

Pain snaps me out of the haze of lust and I find myself staring down at her.

“What are you doing, darlin’?” I ask.

She’s touching my knuckles, rubbing at the cut—that happened tonight?I was so locked onto her that I never realized. She kisses them gently. Then she grabs the bar of soap and begins rubbing it over my skin.

“Taking care of you,” she says.

Her words push back the beast that wants to pounce on her and fuck her up against the stall, and calls to the part of me that wants to shower her with attention and love.

As she covers me in suds, I realize that she’s the one who I must share my pain with, the actions that still give me sleepless nights, the wars that went on well after I left the military. She’s the one who’ll help me heal.

She grabs the hose and washes me down and my heart swells and thuds against my ribcage as I watch her in amazement. When I find my voice it’s broken with emotion. I can’t explain what’s got me feeling like I want to laugh and cry and curse myself for being an idiot for not letting her in from the moment I saw her, trusting her with my secrets immediately. But it has everything to do with how I can’t imagine her not occupying the same space as me.

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