Page 15 of Silent Truths

“Because I missed you, and I want to hold you like I used to,” I told him honestly. His breath hitched in his throat. “Go to sleep, baby.” A small noise ripped from his throat. I pressed a kiss to the back of his head. “I promise I’ll still be holding you when you wake up.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” he muttered, but his body betrayed the animosity in his words as he relaxed back against me.

I just smiled into his hair. Snark or not, I was glad to have him back like this. Felt like our pieces were slowly molding back together, even if they were fractured and jagged. But that was okay because I would break pieces of us off until we fit just like we used to.

Tor was never losing me again.

9

Tor

My back was toasty, warm in a way it hadn’t been in months. Not since Salem stopped sleeping with me. Not since everything went to shit between us.

My heart lurched into my throat when Salem groaned from behind me and deeply inhaled, his arms tightening around me. At the same time, dread slid through my veins. Because what happened if Salem pulled away from me again? I wouldn’t be able to survive it. I knew I wouldn’t. It would officially kill me.

I wiggled out of his hold before going to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me so I could get my shit together without him barging in and forcing his presence on me. I didn’t know what was happening. Honestly, I was blindsided by Salem suddenly trying to fix everything between us. I didn’t know what to do now that the old Salem seemed to be making a reappearance.

I hated the hope that bubbled up in my chest. Because if Salem killed that hope, there would be nothing left of me.

Why did I have to need him so fucking much?

I turned the water on and began to brush my teeth. After washing my face, taking a leak, and pulling my blonde strands back into a bun, I left the bathroom, intending to go find breakfast and space from Salem while I tried to work through everything I was feeling.

“Tor…” Salem growled from the bed in a way that had shivers rolling down my spine and my cock taking notice. Fuck, I needed to get a grip.

“I need breakfast,” I told him without looking in his direction as I walked over to my dresser to find a pair of sweats so I wasn’t walking around in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I wasn’t shamed to do so—we’d all grown up together and had seen everything we all had to offer—but I did try to be respectful.

“We need to talk.”

I scoffed, my shoulders stiffening. Now he wanted to talk? What about when I wanted to talk? He hadn’t given a fuck then. In fact, I still remembered his words, still felt the way they sliced into every single one of my organs.

It was a fucking mistake, Tor. Don’t fucking bring it up again.

“Go fuck yourself,” I muttered, slamming my dresser drawer shut without finding a pair of sweats. I had to get the fuck out of this room. Away from Salem.

I didn’t hear him get up as I made my way to the door. My hand was on the door handle when his body slammed into mine, shoving me into my only way out. His hand gripped my hip, his other hand slamming into the door above my head. My breath left me with a whoosh of air, my cheek smooshed against the door.

“Get off of me,” I growled, my heart jackhammering against my breastbone.

“Nah, baby,” Salem growled in my ear. I hated the shiver that rolled down my spine. “Unlike you, I don’t give up when someone throws a few hateful words my fuckin’ way.” He ground his cock against my ass, and a needy whimper spilled past my lips before I could stop it. Before I was even really aware that the noise was crawling up my throat. “You don’t wanna talk about it? We can definitely vent everything we’ve been feeling in other ways.” His hand left my hip, and he gripped my cock over my boxers. A choked sound ripped from my throat, and my eyes fluttered closed.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled before sinking his teeth into my earlobe. I moaned, my mind blanking of everything but him and the way his hand felt on my cock. He dipped his hand into my boxers, his rough, calloused palm now wrapping around my bare shaft. I whined again, my breaths panting from my lips, fanning over his hand. “God, you’re so fucking responsive. I jacked off to visions of you and how needy you fucking are for months. Multiple goddamn times a day, Tor.”

I groaned low in my throat, my eyes fluttering shut as I pictured Salem stroking his cock while thinking of me. Precum beaded on the tip of my shaft, and Salem stroked his hand over it, using it as lube to jack my cock with. “God, you’re so perfect,” Salem groaned, licking a path up my neck that had me shivering and thrusting my cock into his tight fist. “That’s it,” he rasped in my ear. “Fuck my fist, baby. I want to watch you fall apart. I need to know I’m the only one capable of making you feel this way.” His hand came off the door, and he gripped my chin, turning my head to the point it hurt so I was forced to look at him. “Tell me I’m the only fucking one who can make you come apart like this.”

“You are,” I moaned, my tongue flicking out over my bottom lip. “You always have been.”

His lips met mine in a greedy kiss, his tongue probing between my lips. So fucking easily, Salem stole the breath from my lungs. But had I expected anything less? Had I expected the pain and the loss of him to somehow lessen the hold he had over me and every single one of my bodily functions?

I’d been a fool to think so.

I kissed him back just as hungrily as he kissed me, fucking my cock up into his fist. He released my chin and crept his hand beneath my shirt, his palm sliding over my flat stomach and up to my chest. When he tweaked my right nipple, I moaned like a whore, my thrusts growing more erratic. Salem growled, choking me with his tongue as he pulled harder, twisted more.

I fucking came undone. I moaned his name, spilling into his fist and ruining my boxers as my cum spurted from my cock. My vision went a little hazy, my head throbbing. But fuck, having Salem get me off was worth the headache throbbing through my skull. Having him hold me and kiss me like this was worth every bit of pain I suffered through.

Even if it meant I lost him again.

Salem spun me around, and I watched through slitted eyes as he licked my cum from his fingers and palm, his eyes filled with lust, the dark irises somehow even darker. My pathetic cock tried to rally at the sinful sight.

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