Page 140 of Savage Hearts

I drowned.

The color of his eyes, somewhere between caramel chocolate brown and honey brown, caught me off guard. It wasn’t the first time I found myself getting lost in the magnetic force of his gaze, but it was the first time I’d felt the wall crumble. I didn’t want to fight.

At least, not at this moment.

I was just so tired.

He frowned. “Angel?”

His arms moved down and wrapped around my waist, holding me closer to him, as if he could fight away all the demons that plagued me. And in that one small, vulnerable moment, I thought he just might be able to.

Tears burned my eyes, and Silas’ eyes widened in panic. “Fuck me. Baby, what's wrong? Tell me. Did someone hurt you? Killian? One of the guards? I’ll fucking kill them all.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant his brother or all the guards. How silly. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. How could he make me want to kill him and kiss him in one breath?

So that was what I did.

I kissed him.

He tensed against me slightly, and when he did nothing more than hold still, I tried to deepen the kiss.

He pulled away from me, his brow furrowing. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”

I shook my head. “Don’t you want to?” His frown deepened. “Kiss me,” I clarified.

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said vehemently. “But…” His hands came up and cupped my cheeks. “Baby…”

He wiped away the tears around my eyes. I shook my head and kissed him again. He tried to pull away, but I tightened my arms around him. He could have easily fought me off, but he must have sensed his rejection would be the thing to throw me over completely.

I kissed him harder, and he hesitantly kissed me back, his lips moving slowly against mine.

I didn’t think he had ever been this careful with me before, not even with our first kiss. My arms unwound from his neck, and I slowly slid down his hard torso, taking in all the muscles and ridges on the way. His body was a work of art. One that I wanted to spend an eternity touching. Easily the bulkiest brothers out of the three, and there was just something about the way he pressed against me that made me feel I was protected by an impenetrable shield.

My hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and I tugged it up. He helped me. I backed away from the kiss to pull it over his head, and let my eyes take in every single inch of his exposed skin.

My eyes were greedy for the very sight of him.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

He shook his head. “I’m not the beautiful one out of the two of us.”

His voice was soft, and so were his eyes.

I smiled a little. He’d never made it a secret that he found me attractive. It was a powerful feeling to know I appealed to someone who looked like him.

So instead of responding, I placed my hands on his pecs and guided him down until he was lying on the bed. His eyes swirled with confusion and lust. As if he didn’t know what to do with me right now. I didn’t either. What I wanted, I had never done.And perhaps it was shyness or reservation or simply feeling so unsteady for so long, but I couldn’t put what I wanted into words either.

I was letting my instincts take control.

And my instinct was telling me to get as close to him as I was able, so that was what I did. I crawled on top of him, my lips latching onto the skin of his neck. I felt his arms go around me, tightening every time I sucked the skin, as his chest vibrated with a low groan.

“Fuck, angel. What are you doing to me?” he said, sounding so much like a prayer, I couldn’t help but smile against him.

The heady feeling of knowing I had such an impact on this monster of a man was enough to drive me to the brink of losing control. I kissed my way down his body, stopping at all my favorite places, from his pecs, down to his brown nipples, slightly sucking one into my mouth.

His heated gaze had been on me until that move. A rush of power surged through me when his head fell back against the mattress and he let out a soft “fuck” between gritted teeth.

I moved up to the other nipple as Silas ran his fingers through my hair, tugging on it every once in a while. My fingers traced over the hard ridges of his abs, my lips and tongue following along. His grip tightened around my hair, especially when I unbuckled his belt and undid the button.

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