Page 32 of Valentine's Miracle

“I’ll trade him for you.”

“You’ll make him cry.”

There’s not a flicker of remorse when he tosses the man who has been by his side for years and the biggest factor of us meeting again. Reasonably speaking, he’s the reason we’re together now.

Silas grunts, clicking his tongue. “Let him. Would you have waited for me if you stayed—if that didn’t happen?”

“Without a doubt.”

I would have waited until I was bold and bald for Silas. I had many things on my mind back then but being selfish and stealing a future that Silas might have wanted once he grew out of his adolescence phase was never on my mind.

“I can’t believe the wrong timing and wrong place did this much damage to us. Promise you’ll talk to me before your active imagination suddenly turns me into a laughing clown that you want to hate. I’ll hit you if your bullheadedness gets in the way again.”

I want him to say it, to promise me that he will not return back to his other self that scared me. I’m not afraid of his strength, but I know he can hurt me. I was terrified of Silas drawing a line, building a wall, and fortifying it with barb wires around his heart once again.

It shouldn’t happen because we have been through that and clear the air, but an irrational part of me has an active imagination that feeds on my fears.

“There won’t be a second time. I’m not letting you go again.”

“Don’t let go of me, Silas.”

His thigh brushes up my panties, the rough material of his pants scrapes against my clit and steals a choked mewl from my lips. I wasn’t prepared for a flash of heat burning under my skin, but the greens of his eyes are more threatening than anything.

“I love you,” he whispers, pinning me down on the bed and kissing me. He smells of fresh shampoo and a hint of sandalwood, but he tastes of something only he can have.

A haunting shiver runs down my spine when he grazes his hot fingers under my shirt; the contrast with my cool tummy is inconsistent as the affection on his lips brings another confession to his lips.

As a man who doesn’t express his emotions well, the rawness in it goes through a vicious cycle in my heart.

“Can I?” he asks, green eyes in search of permission into mine.

I nod, heart pounding as I squirm under the tickling feeling on my ribs. “Yes, please.”

The contour of his silhouette draws the lights to him; a dimming evening slowly lets the darkness devour the day. The plane of his shoulders casts a shadow over me, lingering with a teasing touch of coldness as he pulls himself up.

“Clothes off, Victoria.”

A shuddering breath and a feathery shiver later, I strip off the tight blouse and pull down my skirt. Every piece of clothing pool between my legs and I push them off, but the action is sluggish as the naked body of Silas is mesmerizing.

He tests the boundaries between us with a flicker of his tongue against his glistening teeth, his hand reaching down and my eyes follow the massive hand from his muscular thigh to the sharp edges on his abs.

Silas wraps his hand around his cock, and I hope that praying for saliva would prevent the dryness in my throat. All the moisture in my body goes to my pussy, dripping and aching to be touched.

He’s too big. Silas is a man molded from a titan’s plate, formed with craftsmanship, and gifted talent to make me swoon.

“Silas…” I mewl, cursing inwardly at the weakened moan. I want to be confident, but the pitiful barrier between the domination weeping from the tip of his cock to the submission leaking between my pussy draws a hearty smile from me.

Only he can make me feel this way. Not a single man on this planet can live up to Silas, and this bias in me is ridiculous, but Silas is special.

He’s mine.

Admiration gleams in his green eyes as the bulk of his sculpted arm moves, stroking his big cock in his hand, and I want to feel him in my hands. His eyes travel down to my body, from my pink nipples to my shaking thighs.

He parts my legs; a cold breeze runs through the wetness on my pussy as he buries his face between my legs. He doesn’t take one second to look at me and took my pussy with his tongue and teeth.

He’s rough, dragging his tongue mercilessly along my slit and finding my little hole while keeping his nose pressed on my hard clit. A growl resonates, throwing a shiver down my toes as my hands find purchase on the bedsheets.

Sucking and tugging on my clit, he emphasizes there while two thick fingers push into my small hole. Stars burst behind my eyes, littering the blackness with budding lights that worsen when he doesn’t relent.

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