Page 141 of Savage Hearts

He stopped when I got his zipper down and was about to pull his jeans off.

“Baby? What are you doing?”

I met his eyes. I thought it was obvious. “Don’t you want to?”

I didn’t know what I would do if he rejected me. Not when it felt like I was barely holding on by a thread.

“You know I want to,” he uttered.

I smiled a little and tried to pull off the jeans once more. He stopped me by hooking his hands under my armpits and haulingme up until I was lying on top of him. I braced my weight on his chest and stared down at him.

“The problem isn’t whether or not I want to,” he said, cupping my cheek and looking at me as if I was breakable.

“Then what is?” I asked.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded. I wouldn’t have initiated this if I wasn’t.

“Tell me something,” he said. I raised one eyebrow in question. “Have you ever had sex before?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, probably giving him the answer before I could. He likely could feel the heat through his palms. He nodded. “I didn’t think so.”

“So? It’s not like I was planning on holding onto my virginity forever.”

“I know that. Hell, I fucking hoped it wouldn’t take you too long to decide. But why now?”

“Because it’s my choice.” And I realized that was the truth as soon as the words left my mouth. Silas had already shown me his possessiveness, the same as his brothers. They would never allow me to lose it to anyone else but them, but they hadn’t pressured me into it. As weak as the choice might seem, it was still a choice. I decided when and with whom.

“Baby, of course it’s your choice. But I don’t want you to fucking regret this after because you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready,” I said, trying to sound strong. My voice came out thick, clogged with emotion. “Don’t make me beg.”

The last part was said in a whisper, but he heard me. I would lose it if he made me beg.

“Fuck,” he breathed, right before his hand moved to cradle the back of my head. He pulled me down to his waiting lips, kissing me fiercely.

I closed my eyes, my hands clutching his shoulders, tightening my grip when I felt his tongue on the seam of my lips.I opened for him and he deepened the kiss. I whimpered when I felt his tongue moving against mine, waging a war neither of us could hope to win.

“If we’re doing this,” he said when he pulled back slightly, “we’re doing it my way.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

I hadn’t wanted to take control in the first place. I wouldn’t have known what to do. And as fucked up as it might be for me to admit it, I fucking loved it when he took control. When he dominated me and I didn’t have to think anymore. All my problems, all the weight that dragged me down, were pushed away. It just didn’t matter anymore. Not while I was in his arms.

“Please, Silas,” I cried, a little too desperately.

“Fuck, I got you. I got you,” he muttered against my lips. “How could I ever deny you anything?”

Maverick had said something similar back at the company, and for the first time, I might have just believed them.

He flipped us around until my back was flat against the mattress as he blanketed me with his body. His elbows braced on either side of my head. Unable to resist, I cupped his cheek. He stilled slightly, seemingly surprised. I licked my lips, drawing his attention to them.

“Fuck.” He kissed me again, this kiss frantic and rough. He tugged on my hair, tilting my head to the side as he devoured me so completely, I wouldn’t be able to recognize the girl in the mirror after this.

I wrapped myself around him when his hands started to move from my face down to my neck, where he curved one huge hand delicately around it. He pulled back so we could both catch our breath. He tightened his grip a bit before taking his hand away and replacing it with his lips.

He sucked the skin of my neck into his mouth as his hand found my tit.

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