Page 80 of Savage Cravings

I didn’t get the chance to be normal. To have normal crushes and experience this level of intimacy with someone else.

The one and only time I had even attempted to go out on a date with someone had ended in disaster.

The closer I got to Silas, the more I resented the way I had grown up. The more I resented my father.

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SILAS

I wokeup with her in my arms.

Something about holding her like this all night felt so fucking right.

There was no other way around it.

It was as if she was made for me.

The more I got to know Mila, the harder it would be for her to escape me—downright impossible at this point—because there was no way I would ever let her go without a fight.

I had one arm thrown over her middle while my other hand was still cupping her sweet pussy since last night.

Despite our position, all we did was sleep. Aside from copping a feel, I had been a fucking good boy. That should earn me a fucking medal.

Especially since she was warm and soft and everything I hadn’t realized was possible. I’d had sex with women before, by myself and with my brothers, but I had never fallen asleep with any of them. Killian’s past, plus who we were, didn’t allow me to trust any of them not to stab me in my sleep.

I inexplicably trusted Mila, not just because she didn’t know who I was but also because there was something about Mila thatmade me want to trust her. It would either be a very stupid decision or the best one in my life.

She muttered something in her sleep, wiggling that sweet ass of hers against me, doing nothing to help with my morning wood.

I gritted my teeth to keep from coming in my boxers. Fuck me, but how could she make me feel so out of control without even being awake?

I tightened my grip on her pussy before sliding my fingers softly from side to side on her lips. She let out a small whimper in her sleep, her hips grinding down. She might not be aware of it, but her body knew me.

Mila was as closed off as she was cynical, but what she couldn’t tell me with words, her body openly did.

I was going to make Mila Hayes fall in love with me.

The thought spurred me on, and I quickened my movements until those sweet whimpers of hers turned into a breathy moan. I gritted my teeth together, feeling so close to losing control. It would take no effort on her part to push me right over.

I slid her panties down her legs.

She had gone to bed last night in nothing more than an oversized T-shirt and her panties, and as much as I would have preferred she went to bed naked, this was a close second. It made things easier. I used my foot to help glide her panties the rest of the way down, lost somewhere in the covers, before I moved back and cupped her bare pussy.

Hell.

She was wet.

Even in sleep, her body recognized mine. My other hand moved down to the hem of her shirt, and back up again, underneath it, running my calloused fingers over her soft skin and cupping her tit. I plucked at her nipple while letting my fingers run over her slit, taking in her wetness.

Her body grew taut against me as the sweet sounds of her breathy moan filled the air, getting louder and louder.

I knew the moment she woke up.

She tensed, her head tilting back slightly, confusion and lust in those fascinating blue-green siren eyes. I flicked her clit and the confusion cleared, giving way to her desires.

“Fuck, Silas,” she breathed.

I smiled, rubbing my fingers in rough circles over the swollen bud. “Does this feel good, baby?”

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