Page 145 of Savage Hearts

Fuck.

Silas pulled out of me once he finished, sitting up and looking down at me. His eyes honed on my pussy, a sort of fascination in those dark eyes of his that I didn’t think I had ever seen from another man.

He made a low sound that seemed to reverberate from his chest, sounding a hell of a lot like a growl as he cupped me, massaging the lips and making a mess I could feel on my skin. I shuddered, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Fuck, do you know what it does to me to see you like this? Do you know what it makes me feel?”

I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed. His thumb found my clit, and he pressed on it.

“Possessive,” he answered me darkly.

I would laugh if this didn’t feel so good. He didn’t need to see me like this to feel possessive of me. He was like that most of the time, and the thought sent a thrill vibrating right through me.

Perhaps…

Perhaps I was something more than a fleeting obsession.

That I was something—someone—they couldn’t just get over.

I didn’t know anymore, but I suddenly found myself wishing that would be the case.

He pulled away moments later, and I opened my eyes to Silas. He was staring intently at my pussy. I blushed, wiggling a little, hoping to get attention off me.

He met my eyes, smiling a little at my flushed skin.

“After all we’ve done, all I’ve done to you, and you still blush.”

My face scrunched up. “It’s not like I can control it.”

He laughed then, the sound making my insides hum with pleasure.

I smiled back at him, and his eyes softened. Fuck, but what the hell was I supposed to do with him? He made me want to go soft, and that was the last thing I needed to be when it came to my captors.

I glanced back down at my naked body and grimaced. He placed two fingers under my chin and lifted until I looked at him again.

“What?” he asked.

“You didn’t use protection.”

A sort of shuttered look came over his eyes, and I didn’t know why that was. Then he smiled at me, but unlike the previous smile, there was something off about it. Alarm bells rang in my head.

“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said.

I frowned. Stupidly, I hadn’t even considered that, but it was good to know I didn’t have to worry about it. I opened my mouth to tell him about my other concern, but he moved before I could speak and I suddenly found myself pressed against him, my back plastered to his front.

He pressed his chin down on my shoulder. I gasped when I felt him getting hard again.

“Silas,” I murmured.

I didn’t think he could get hard again so soon. And I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling.

“Baby.”

I shook my head. He might be able to go again, but I wasn’t. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I was sore. I imagined I would be sore for days to come.

“It’s all right, baby. I’m just going to touch.”

“Why?”

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