Page 7 of Silent Cravings

“I’m…”Sorry.Just tell her you’re fucking sorry. Something closed my throat, turning it into a pinhole. My tongue was thick and useless. I would only upset her more if I drudged it all up again. Maybe that was what I needed to believe.

“You’re what?” She turned, glaring up at me with defiance flashing in her eyes. Energy crackled when they met mine like a hum of electricity that, for some reason, went straight to my dick and got it twitching. She was right here in front of me. I had never been able to resist her when she was like this. I didn’t want to back away and give her space. The fire burning in her eyes wouldn’t burn me.

And if it did… I would live with the scars.

“I’m here,” I settled on replying. “I am right here. You don’t have to be alone.”

“What if that’s what I want?” she whispered, softeningunder my touch. I could feel the tension draining, the muscles loosening, her resistance fading. I stepped up closer, my body brushing hers.

“What if that’s what you’re telling yourself?” I countered. “You can lie to a lot of people, but you can’t lie to me. You never could.”

“There you go again, acting like you know me.” She made a move to escape, shifting her weight like she was going to slide past me.

Not a fucking chance. I held her, growling, “Stop running, dammit.”

“Did you ever wonder why I would want to run from you?” Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, her chin trembling.

I couldn’t answer. I could only take her face in my hands the way I had so many times before. She was warm and familiar. Andhere,intoxicating me the way she always had. In all these damn years, she’d never been this close.

She scoffed when I didn’t answer her right away and tried to get past me again. This time, I did what instinct demanded. I leaned down to claim her soft, sweet lips.

A jolt ran through her like a current passing through her body. I knew the feeling since the first touch of her lips to mine was a rush, unlike anything I had felt in a decade. Something about her did something to me no other woman ever had. Now, that translated into a rush of searing heat surging through me that had my dick hardening and left me wondering how I had spent years without doing this without tasting or touching her.

You had to forget her.

Once the wave of surprise passed, she touched her hands to my chest. Instead of pushing me away, though, she twisted my shirt in her clenched fists. The soft grunt in theback of her throat paired with the way she melted against me, parting her lips and plunging her tongue into my mouth.

Something inside me roared in a victorious growl like I was conquering her. My hands slid into her hair, still as thick and soft as it ever was, and she whimpered, winding her arms around my neck.

I didn’t know what to touch first. It was like a starving man in front of a feast, my head spinning at all the abundance in front of me. Her ass was just as firm and ripe as I remembered. I sunk my fingers into her flesh while she moaned into my mouth, going with it when I lifted her onto the counter. She parted her legs for me, and fuck, was there anything more gratifying than that? Then she silently welcomed me in, drawing me closer, locking her legs around me so I could grind against her pussy.

“Evan…” she whispered when I touched my lips to her throat, lapping at her silky skin.

How was it so soft? Every swipe of my tongue left her gasping, clinging to me, hands pulling my shirt free from my waistband. With a grunt, I helped her, almost tearing the damn thing off. I was that hungry for her touch. I needed to feel her hands on me,all overme.

I needed to be surrounded by her. My skin sizzled, and my dick strained against the zipper as I slid my hands under her sweatshirt, lifting it over her head. This was fucking crazy, but I couldn’t stop. For years, I’d held myself back, wanting her. I didn’t realize how much until now, until everything I had missed for so long was here in my arms, grinding against me, urging me on with every soft moan and helpless whimper.

Lowering my head, I lifted one of her full tits to my mouth so I could worship it the way she deserved. “Oh, justlike that,” she begged while her fingers clawed through my hair. A string of guttural moans filled the air and made my ears ring.

It was the same but different. We had both grown up, and in her case, that meant demanding what she wanted. “Suck harder,” she whispered, breathlessly. “It’s not…fuck, make it hurt. Make me feel something…” Her words transformed into a moan when I caught her taut nipple between my teeth and flicked the tip with my tongue. Her legs tightened around my hips, her hips jerking until the friction was enough to make me press against her harder, demanding.

“What do you need from me?” I whispered, teasing her nipples with my thumbs until she whined in frustration. It was beyond gratifying, like some erotic fantasy come to life, having this gorgeous, sensual creature under my control.

The wild, sexy teenager had turned into a sensual woman I couldn’t wait to claim. “Do you want my cock? Do you want me inside you?”

“Oh, God…” her head rolled from one side to the other, eyes closed, “… you’re killing me. I want…”

“Tell me.” I drove myself against her again, torturing both of us with the friction. “I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me what it is, Valentina.”

“Fuck me!” She whined, making me chuckle. I had her where I wanted her, on the edge of her control, unwilling to give in to me but without a choice.

“Good girl,” I praised, lifting her off the counter with her body still wrapped around mine.

Neither of us said a word while I carried her up the stairs, her face buried in my neck, her tongue tracing my earlobe and jaw. I could barely think or hardly breathe. I only knew what I needed, and that was the complete obliteration only she could grant. Only she ever had.

I wasn’t graceful, falling onto the bed with her once I reached it. “Take what you want,” I invited, groaning when her writhing body rubbed against my aching bulge. “Let me watch you put on a show for me.”

She straddled me, her pussy grinding against my covered cock. Her thighs were so silky, inviting my hands to move higher until they were inside her shorts and caressing her ass. She sucked in a gasp, lifting momentarily, so I could drag them down along with her panties as I discarded them both to the floor. She rolled back over my bulging cock, and I ran my fingers up her thigh to her core.

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