Page 102 of Savage Cravings

And she wouldn’t be able to leave.

Everything here was just too uncertain.

I shook my head when I got to her door.

It was barely five in the morning right now. I doubted she would hear me even if I knocked loudly, and something about waking her up at this hour didn’t sit right with me. Just because I functioned on a little less sleep than most didn’t mean she didn’t need her sleep.

I looked around once more. Not a soul in sight. Crouching, I took the lock-picking kit from my pocket and worked on her doorknob.

The security here was shit, and the people who stayed in this motel were shittier.

It made things easier for me, but I fucking hated that she was here without any protection.

The lock gave way not even a minute in.

I took another look around the place and went inside.

My eyes found her in the dark right away. She was sleeping soundly in the middle of the bed, the covers piled on her body, almost hiding her completely. I smiled a little at the sight as my hand moved up and rubbed around my chest. I wondered why my heart was feeling like this just from watching her.

Silently, I moved to the bed and climbed on top of the covers, keeping my eyes on her the entire time.

I pulled the blanket away and studied my girl after days without laying eyes on her. Fucking torture. She was wearing a tank top with little bows around the collar. It dipped low, revealing a good amount of her skin, and her nipples puckered against the soft, thin, nearly see-through fabric.

I got hard instantly.

I reached over and lightly circled her nipple through the shirt, loving the way they hardened from my attention. She let out a low moan, but remained asleep.

I smiled a little at that, and pulled the top of the tank top down until both tits sprang free.

Fuck, I missed her tits.

Her fucking glorious tits.

I gently pulled on one, resisting the urge to take the other one in my mouth for fear of waking her.

Her hips lifted slightly, a slight flush overtaking her skin.

How pretty.

Goose bumps littered her skin.

Regretfully, I put her shirt back into place and wrapped the covers over her once more, shielding her from my gaze.

She barely stirred.

My brothers and I learned early on to always sleep with one eye open, no matter where we were.

I found it endearing that she could sleep so soundly, even in a shitty motel room. Endearing and annoying.

Her sense of self-preservation was something we would need to work on, no matter how much I wanted her to always be like this. Ignorant of the world’s cruelty.

I frowned when she shifted to her side, facing away from me.

I reached out and traced the scars with my fingertips.

These looked a hell of a lot like whip lashes.

Anger coursed through my body.

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