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I should be the one protecting him.

I almost laughed out loud at the prospect. I couldn’t help myself, so how was I supposed to keep Silver safe?

We sat in awkward silence, both staring straight ahead. It was in my peripheral vision that I saw Silver toying with something. I shifted my head and quickly figured out what it was.

“Is that a locket?” I asked.

Silver stopped fingering the trinket. He nodded. “My parents gave it to me right before they… before they sold me to Ivan.”

“May I?” I asked. Silver nodded and removed the necklace from around his neck. The second he dropped it in my palm, I knew by its weight that it was made from pure gold. Why in the world would two junkies give Silver a gold locket? They surely would have sold it before they’d sold the kid they were pawning off as their own. No way in hell would they have let him keep it for sentimental reasons.

Which meant it was likely that Ivan had given him the expensive treasure and claimed it had come from his parents. At that young of an age, Silver wouldn’t have made the connection. I gently opened the locket. There were pictures on each side, but they were so faded and damaged that they could have been anyone. I closed the locket but instead of handing it to Silver, I said, “Turn around.”

The fact that Silver did what I’d asked with no argument was telling. Despite everything I’d done, he still had a morsel of trust in me. I didn’t linger as I put the locket back on him. As soon as it touched his shirt, he hid the locket under the material.

“I’ll go,” I said when Silver kept his eyes locked on the window. I could see them pooling with tears.

As I stood, Silver said, “I said I wanted to leave you. Not that I want to leave you.”

Disbelief made my knees buckle and I was forced to sit back down. Had he really said what he’d said?

“Silver, if this is some kind of punishment?—”

He reached for my hand and linked our fingers. It was answer enough for me. Blinding happiness captured my heart, so I couldn’t help but lean in and steal a soft kiss from him. Soft kisses weren’t what either of us wanted, though, and it was Silver who made that clear. His tongue dueled with mine as little whimpers that were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life escaped his throat, so I deepened the kiss. Silver was about to climb onto my lap when I broke the kiss and said, “Will you lie on the bed with me?”

Silver hesitated for a few seconds before he nodded and moved to the center of the bed. He was clearly nervous, so I tried to alleviate his fear by saying, “We’re not going to have sex. It will be like the kitchen, only better.” I eased my body next to his. I could tell he was still nervous but the lust in his eyes was clear. I maneuvered my body so my upper half was covering his chest. I sealed my lips over his mouth and made love to it like there was no tomorrow.

“Can I take this off?” I breathed as I gave the hem of his shirt a little tug.

“Yours too,” Silver managed to utter between sharp breaths.

I pulled my shirt over my head and then gently eased his off. I was about to lean over Silver to capture his mouth again when he stopped me by pressing his palm against my chest. I was certain the move meant the whole thing was over, so I was caught off guard when he said, “Your back.”

“Fuck my back,” I ground out before covering his mouth with mine. Silver’s throaty moan told me everything I needed to know. I kept kissing him as I covered his upper body with mine. I braced myself with my arms so Silver wouldn’t be carrying my weight. The move would also come in handy when he relaxed and gave himself over to me entirely.

It didn’t take long. Silver was matching me kiss for kiss. When I moved to kiss his neck, he lifted his head to give me full access. When I trailed soft, teasing kisses along his collarbone, I felt one hand thread through my hair while the other explored my chest hair. I swore I heard him mumble, “I knew it,” under his breath but I wasn’t going to stop to confirm it. I took my time working my way down his chest. He let out a squeak of surprise every time I hit a sensitive spot. By the time I got to his belly button, Silver was moaning and arching his back. He still had hold of my hair, but he wasn’t trying to pull me off him.

Despite his constrictive pants, I could tell he was rock hard. I eased my hand over his hard cock and rubbed it through his jeans.

“More,” Silver demanded. I remembered our first sexual encounter in the kitchen. He’d been hungry and desperate then but now it seemed like his body was on fire. I took a chance and flipped the button of his pants open, then carefully eased the zipper down. I tugged his pants down so I could ease them off just enough to clear his groin. His dick was red and angry. Pre-cum leaked from the head and down the shaft. I never took my eyes off Silver. I needed to know if I’d taken things a step too far.

Silver was sliding his hands over his body. His fingers were careful not to touch his own dick, which told me how close he really was. I gave him one last look before I took a chance and swallowed his dick to the back of my throat.

“Oh God,” Silver cried as he jackknifed so that he was sitting up. The move sent his cock even farther down my throat, but I relaxed my gag reflex and took everything he gave me. His fingers wound tightly in my hair and then his instincts took over as he began fucking my mouth in earnest. I gave him a few hard draws before pulling off because I knew he was so close to coming that I had no choice.

Not when I had something else planned.

“No!” Silver cried out.

I shifted so I could kiss him hard. He whimpered when he tasted his own pre-cum. In the meantime, I pushed my sweats down enough to reveal my throbbing cock. Silver’s eyes opened and when he saw my dick, he stiffened. Despite what I’d said about not having full-on sex, he clearly thought I was going back on my word.

I lifted my body enough that I could capture his chin and encourage him to look at me. “I meant what I said. I would never do anything you didn’t want. All you have to do is say stop and that’s it. I’ll stop no matter what I’m doing.” I kissed him gently.

Silver’s pale skin was flushed, proving he was still raging with need. He nodded.

“I need to hear you say the words, sweetheart,” I somehow managed to say.

“Don’t stop. Please, Dalton, don’t stop,” he rumbled.

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