Page 23 of Savage Hearts

This girl looked too innocent for my taste. I had expected someone harder. I had wanted someone harder—or, at least, I thought I did.

But her innocence was a beacon, drawing me in, and the monster shirt she wore was something else.

Cartoonish in a way, fucking adorable in another.

I smiled a little as I ran one finger down the side of her face, reveling in the softness of her skin.

She made a small noise, a cross between a moan and a whimper that I felt all the way down to my dick.

I shifted on my feet and moved my hands down, taking in the delicateness of her jawline and her soft, full lips that I ran the pad of my thumb over.

My eyes adjusted to the dark a bit and I could see more than just an outline of her.

Not enough to make out her features clearly, but enough for me to see as I directed my hand down to her neck. I curved my palm around it, feeling her pulse beat steadily with each breath she took, under the white T-shirt she had on.

It was big on her, making her seem somehow much more fragile than she already did.

I ran my hand down her sternum, between her breasts.

I paused on her flat stomach when her legs moved a little, but when she didn’t wake, I continued down to the hem of her shirt.

I lifted, showing off a sliver of pale skin on her stomach that seemed to glow in the dark.

A little more, and more until it rested on her collar. I let my eyes run over her.

Fuck, even in the dark, she looked perfect.

So fucking perfect, my dick was straining against my jeans.

She would probably be horrified to know I visited her every night after she’d gone to sleep.

She would probably kick me in the balls—or try to. Rightly so.

I didn’t give a fuck.

I never claimed to be a good man, and if Silas was so goddamn persistent that we keep her, why would I fight it?

I didn’t think I could.

I ran my hand up and gently grasped one full tit.

Her tits weren’t big, but they weren’t small either.

A perfect fucking handful.

I took her hardened nipple between two fingers and rolled it gently.

She let out another moan and shifted slightly.

Was she turned on in her sleep?

If I moved my hand down to her panties, would I find her pussy weeping with want?

Fuck me, but I wanted to find out.

And I was never one to deny myself anything.

I let my fingers roam down her slender body, taking in every soft curve I vowed I would explore more thoroughly later.

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