Page 144 of Savage Hearts

Fuck, how much time?

I blinked, trying to keep from crying. I did not want to remember crying at this moment. I didn’t.

My lips trembled, and Silas let out a small curse from above me.

“Look at me, baby.” There was a slight desperation in his voice that got me out of the pain temporarily. I obeyed. He looked…

He looked soft.

When he leaned down to kiss me again, I didn’t pull away. I kissed him back. Our tongues mingled with one another as Silas tested me by moving his hips slightly.

And suddenly, it wasn’t just pain, but an intense pleasure so powerful, I was nearly blinded by it.

I gasped and broke away from the kiss once more, but this time, it wasn’t in pain.

I knew he could see the desire in my eyes because he moved even more.

Hell.

There was something about the sensation that nearly pushed me over.

“Fuck, baby. Does this feel good?”

“Yes, Silas,” I cried. “It feels so good. So good.”

“Hell.” Wrapping my hair around his grip, he tugged on it roughly. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

I nodded.

There was an ache inside me that I needed him to fix. And he did.

He fucked me.

His hips pulled back until just the tip remained before he drove back inside me in one smooth, hard stroke, and my entire being vibrated.

He did it again, and again, each one as slow and as hard as the next, and each time he pushed inside me, it felt like he was taking another piece of my soul.

Tears streamed down my face, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him, and admitted to myself that I had fallen.

Fuck me, but I had fallen. And how deep and dark the hole turned out to be. There didn’t seem to be an ending in sight.

How easy he had made it. Especially when he was looking at me like this, as if there was only me. There was always, only ever, me.

“Please, Silas,” I begged.

“I know, angel.”

His thrusts increased, moving away from long and hard to quick and shallow, creating that beautiful friction that might be enough to drive me over the edge.

I shook my head when it felt like it was becoming too much, and he reached down between us once more, his fingers seeking my clit.

I came as soon as he rubbed over it, and with a shout, Silas quickly followed.

Warm liquid spurted inside, and briefly, I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Hell.

Had I forgotten? Especially since I was just thinking about getting on birth control before.

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