Page 143 of Savage Hearts

It was his.

I didn’t fucking care anymore.

“I have to prepare you,” he said.

I frowned, not understanding. His finger moved down to my entrance, and he pushed one finger inside me, stroking me and working me over until I was on the brink.

I closed my eyes, my chest heaving. I wanted more. My legs fell open a little wider, and he added another finger. My eyebrows scrunched up a bit from the stretch, but it didn’t take away from the pleasure. He increased the pace of his fingers, and my arousal coated my inner thighs.

“Silas,” I muttered softly. I wanted more, but hell if I didn’t like what he was doing now. I wanted the moment to last.

He drove a third finger in, and my eyes sprang open. I reared back, trying to get away from him. My hand moved down and circled around his wrist, trying to get him to pull away.

He didn’t. He kept fucking me with them.

I shook my head as tears burned my eyes. Why was he hurting me like this?

“Silas.”

“I know, angel. But this is necessary.”

I shook my head.Necessary?

The stretch began to burn, and just when I wasn’t sure if I could take it anymore, he stopped.

I sighed as Silas shifted up and pulled his jeans down, along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, and the desire I felt for him was back, mixed with a little apprehension.

I swallowed as I looked at the thick mushroom head of his dick, smeared with a bit of pre-cum.

He crawled back between my legs, blanketing my body with his. I bit my lip when I felt the tip pressed against my clit, and he groaned.

Reaching down between us, he grabbed himself and directed it to my entrance. My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder. He nudged me slightly, meeting my eyes.

I nodded.

He pushed in an inch, which wasn’t so bad. It was as if he was stretching me out, but in the best way.

Then he pushed in another inch, and I wanted to take back my previous thought.

A slow burn overtook, and my brows pulled together.

“Silas.”

“It’s okay,” he said, his muscles straining above me. I could tell he was trying to keep from pushing in all the way. “Almost there, angel. You’re doing great.”

I wasn’t really doing anything. But I still took his compliment, as if it would give me strength.

He leaned down and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.

He pushed in all the way, his hips touching me.

I tensed and pulled away from the kiss, gritting my teeth together to keep from crying out.

Silas tried to kiss me again, but I turned away and pushed his chest.

“Silas,” I said, when I was sure I wouldn’t cry. “I?—”

“I know,” he cooed softly. “Just give it some time.”

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