Page 59 of Savage Hearts

Her body twisted. “No. I can’t. I can’t come again.”

“You can,” I said, letting her hear the command in my voice. Her body belonged to me, and I was going to treat this little property of mine with the greatest care. I was going to pleasure it… pleasure her any way I saw fit.

“Come again,” I said into her cunt.

I took the fleshy part of the outside lip inside my mouth.

“Come.”

She fell apart a second time.

Fucking perfect.

It was as if she was made for me.

I pulled out of her and climbed on the bed, drawing her close to me while she rode out the waves and waves of orgasms.

Perhaps she was too struck with delirium to realize it, and perhaps she might regret her actions later for showing me all her soft spots, her vulnerable points, but I didn’t fucking care, because she wasn’t fighting me.

No, my sweet little angel was clinging to me as tightly as I clung to her, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs settling between mine.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, and I didn’t care.

Didn’t even fucking care that we had wet the bed from not drying off after the shower, and at some point, I would have to let her go and get her new sheets.

Or hell, maybe I should just bring her into my room.

The more I thought about her in my bed, surrounded by my things and wrapped tightly in my arms while we slept, the more I fucking liked it.

Mila was still clinging to me, and I didn’t want to ruin this moment by moving so soon, so I held still, reveling in feeling her in my arms like this.

She was wet, both from sweat and the shower, her chest moving in and out harshly as she tried to gather her composure, and she was soft every-fucking-where.

So unlike the women I had interacted with before.

Those women were hardened by the life.

They knew the score, and they knew they had to toughen themselves up against everything and everyone around them to survive.

And of course, there were perks to being with those women. I didn’t have to be so careful with them.

I wasn’t just careful with Mila—I was holding back.

Mila wasn’t like that.

My little warrior would surely like to think of herself as a badass, a hardened cynic, but I wondered if she ever noticed the dream that was still very much present in her eyes.

Did she know I would do any imaginable thing possible to preserve that dream?

She shifted on top of me, and I could almost sense the moment that awareness started to come to her.

She tensed slightly in my arms.

I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and held her to me.

“It’s okay, angel.”

She let out a deep breath. “Let me go, Silas.”

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