Page 18 of Hero

DELILAH

Silas lays on his hands. “I returned from Afghanistan to become a full patched member of the Hell’s Saints when I learned Grady was their prez. I become the club’s enforcer, the muscle.”

I hover my fingers lightly over the scars on his chest.

“You got hurt,” I whisper.

“I hurt people, bad people, people who wanted to hurt us—or that’s what I told myself. How I justified my actions,” he grumbles. “I soon realized we weren’t the good guys and even those on the other side had people who loved them. I quit the club. I’ve always wanted to protect people, but a lot of what the club was involved with had little to do with protection. It wasn’t the army, I wasn’t a hero.”

“Do you regret leaving?” I ask.

“No. Leaving was the right thing to do, but I never expected to have a normal life, happiness, to find love. Up here in the mountains, I could live in peace and quiet. It was the best decision for a man with my past. I was content to live out my days without ever taking something for myself.” He looks directly at me. “All that changed that day in the church. I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

I swallow. “I think I know the feeling,” I say, flashing a small smile.

“But I’ve been determined to get you out of my head.” He gently threads his fingers through my hair, cupping my head. “But I brought you back here and it felt so right. It felt like all this time I’d been waiting for you.”

He presses his mouth to mine and reaches behind me to clutch the nape of my neck, I moan quietly. And as our tongues tangle, I drag my hand down the firm plane of his abs.

There’s a flash of lightning and a rumbling thunder follows, but together with the crackling of the fire, the shower of rain, and the singing in my blood, it all feels cozy.

His arms are a magic haven and his lips drip with passion while his body crushes me with the slow intensity of a soul-consuming flame.

As he descends on my breast, I coax him by weaving my fingers through his thick hair. He sucks one aching nipple while pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.

I revel in the rush of sensations, in the feel of his mouth and fingers working their magic on me. His persistent cock driving into my stomach. His unwavering devotion to make every inch of me spark and explode.

His touch is gentle, firm, playful, tender, sensual, the coarse pads of his fingertips travel down my skin, slip between my thighs, into my sex. I rock into his hand, gasp, and roll my head back when he teases my clit with slow decadent strokes.

He celebrates me with his hands, mouth, and tongue. “Come, darlin,” he growls as his fingers claim my pussy and I melt into the touch of my mountain man, this living fantasy wrapped in corded muscle and heat.

“Silas!” I cry.

I come. My world shatters.

His gray-green eyes hover over mine.

He lines himself up with my entrance, and I feel his crushing weight on me, but it’s not unbearable, instead, the feel of his powerful body on me is comforting.

He pushes his hips forward and I feel him again, it feels like forever since I last felt his engorged member and I welcome him home.

He feeds me an inch at a time. Unlike the first time he took me, his feral strokes are slower, as if he’s taking his time to feel my inner walls squeeze him as he plunges deeper until the point where I feel his balls brush against my skin.

And this time there’s no pain and the exhilarating pull is even greater than the first time. Every pulse in my body ignites and my blood sings in praise of him.

I run my hand down his back and arrive at his buttocks where I give him a playful slap and sink my nails into his flesh, the sound ricochets throughout the room and has its desired effect when his beautiful bright eyes fly open and he stares into mine.

His lips part in a delicious grin. “You’re making me want to cut loose and go all out,” he hisses.

“Do it,” I say.

I arch my back while he grips my hips and fucks me, thrusting into me without mercy. I raise my hips, losing myself completely to the blissful sensation.

The air fills with our ragged breaths that match the crackling fire, the moans and his grunts resound throughout the room.

He slides an arm under the small of my back and hoists me up, plastering me against his sweat-drenched chest. I throw my arms around his massive shoulders, hook my thighs around his waist.

His greedy hand clenches my right buttock and gives a play slap before he sinks his fingers into the flesh and guides me down onto his irresistible cock.

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