Page 71 of Savage Cravings

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I shifted a little and felt him pressed against me. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I should help him, right? That seemed fair. And it wouldn’t be any hardship. I wanted to do this for him, only I didn’t know how to go about asking him to let me.

Just the thought of speaking the words out loud felt impossible. So I didn’t. Instead, I climbed off his lap and onto the bed. He shot a questioning look my way, as I reached over for his belt buckle.

He didn’t stop me. Only watched me with those dark eyes of his. My hands shook as I unbuttoned his jeans, and I hoped he didn’t notice.

He let out a sharp hiss when I pulled the zipper down. He shifted up and helped me pull his jeans and boxer briefs off. Lying on the bed, he said, “Take them off all the way, angel.”

I swallowed and stood on the bed, taking him in.

He was exactly as I’d thought. Impressively big.

“You take your shirt off first,” I said, feigning bravery. God, but how badly I wanted to see him naked. To find out if he had more tattoos than those little butterflies I’d caught a glimpse of on his arm.

He smirked and effortlessly pulled off his shirt.

Wow.

He was even more beautiful than I imagined. Toned and muscular, which wasn’t all that surprising, considering I had felt him pressed against me before. He was like a sculpture.

His tan skin was covered in tattoos, from the black-and-white phoenix that took up the left side of his chest and down his rib, to the royal flush cards on his other side, an eye peeking through a hole ripped in the middle of the cards.

His butterfly tattoos were delicate, which was surprising because there was nothing delicate about this man. His bicep flexed when he noticed my eyes on the black tribal art there.

He let one eyebrow raise as he looked at me challengingly. I tilted my chin up, and his smile widened as I pulled the jeans and boxer briefs off him.

“Hell, angel. Don’t just look at it like that or I’m going to fucking come before you even touch me.”

I smiled a little at the growly tone in his voice. Climbing back on the bed, I sat by his side, wondering what I should do. A hand job? Or should I take him into my mouth?

I’d always thought a blow job was disgusting, but looking at Silas… disgust was the last thing on my mind. My mouth watered just thinking about it.

“Fuck. Baby, do something or—fuck.”

The word seemed to be wrenched out of him when I bent down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t exactly taste like anything, but the feel of him… I was getting wet again. His hand moved down and he cupped the back of my head, holding me there as I sucked more of him into my mouth.

The position was awkward, and there were a few times when I was unsure if I was doing it right, but the noises Silas was making took all that away. Even in the short time I’d known him, I’d learned he wasn’t a man given to theatrics.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, going on instinct and what felt right. His grip on my head tightening told me he liked that, so I did it again.

“Fuck me, Mila, but this mouth of yours…”

I hummed as he trailed off.

Wetness hit my tongue. He was close. So close. I looked over at him and met his eyes as I sucked harder, gently running my teeth over his length. He pulled on my hair. “Not with your teeth,brat.”

I laughed around him, and he let out a low groan. Probably the sexiest sound I’d ever heard him make.

He pushed into me deeper until the tip hit the back of my throat and I made a small gagging noise. Saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and I wrapped my fist over his base. He was just so big… so thick.

My inexperience seemed to work against me, making me feel a fluttering of insecurity. Silas must have known where my thoughts were heading because he cupped my cheek gently until I looked him in the eyes.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me, I just know it.”

His words had the intended effect, and I found myself growing confident. I brought him deeper into my mouth, letting him fuck me harder, faster, until I wasn’t sure if I could keep this up any longer. My jaw was starting to hurt. Not that I would tell him.

I wanted to see him lose control.

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