Page 17 of Savage Hearts

I didn’t want to stop.

My hips grated harder, my legs squeezing him, trapping him there as I took him for my own pleasure. The hand splayed on my middle moved up, and he started to tweak at my hard nipple.

“Oh, God,” I groaned. He abused the sensitive nub, his touch rough and menacing—so much like the man himself—and I didn’t know how to tell him to stop.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

“Silas.”

He sucked on the skin on my neck before spreading my legs by bringing his between my own. His fingers found my entrance once more, and he speared me with two thick digits.

I grunted in pain, and he stilled.

“Shit, sorry, baby. I should have prepared you better,” he said, sliding out and coming back to my clit.

He rubbed it harshly, and I could only lie there and take it.

He molded my breast around his huge palm, his fingers relentless. And pretty soon, I could feel my peak building.

A hint of fear entered. This was going to be a big one, and I didn’t think I could handle it.

Fuck!

I screamed when I came, and Silas prolonged my orgasm with short, sharp taps on my sex.

They hurt, but?—

They hurtsogood.

Sweat coated my forehead, my breathing was hard and unstable, and I was suddenly afraid to go back to my own reality.

What the hell just happened?

I turned around and met tumultuous brown eyes.

I didn’t know what to make of the expression on his face.

And he was still touching me.

His thumb moved back and forth on the tip of my nipple, causing a flutter of arousal to shoot through all my nerve endings.

I swallowed, and he followed the movement with his devastating eyes.

He leaned down slowly, and my eyes widened when I realized what he was planning on doing. He was going to kiss me!

I had one moment of freak-out before I turned away, breaking the spell.

He pulled away from me, his movement hesitant and unsure. I gave him my back and looked out the window, trying to get my own bearings.

Mortification tightened my cheeks.

I couldn’t believe I had done that. Couldn’t believe that he had done that to me.

“Go get dressed, Mila. We’re going to get on the road soon.”

So soon?

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