Page 120 of Forged in the Fire
Because he pulled me closer and nuzzled his nose into the side of my neck, both arms cinching tighter around me as he moaned a disoriented sound.
Deep and gruff and decadent.
The fear I expected was there, but it was fuzzy and distorted. Mangled and contorted by the buzz of need that licked just beneath the surface of my skin.
Because I wanted this.
“Wildfire, burning me alive,” he mumbled close to incoherently, though I heard it clear.
Felt it singe through me the same as the hand that was splaying wider across my belly. The other still holding onto my heart like he could be the one to keep it from splintering apart.
Mend it when I was pretty sure he was going to be the one responsible for the complete decimation I could feel crawling up from the horizons of hell.
The meager bandages I’d placed on our lives getting ready to be ripped away by whatever Dereck had done.
I was only allowing myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. Hypnotized by a guy who screamed duplicity.
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was totally looking for trouble.
Because a stupid moan got free when he rubbed his cock against my bottom. Desire boiling up through the vat of self-preservation that had served to keep me whole for all these years. Oozing through the cracks to seep into my bloodstream.
A shiver of terror and need ripped up my spine. Each sensation was so at odds that I all out shook, and my hand grasped onto the sheet like it could serve as an anchor.
It was clear which of the battling emotions won out since I pushed my ass harder against his rigid thickness.
I shouldn’t like it.
Shouldn’t like the thrill I felt when the low growl rumbled up his throat before it curled into the dense, disordered air.
Arms cinching even tighter, he began to rock against me, and our breaths became short and shallow as lust billowed in the atmosphere.
Inciting a storm. A war that magnified every thought.
My questions and my uncertainty and the stupid, reckless need he somehow managed to arouse in me.
My center throbbed, and crap, I thought I might be done for.
“What do you think you’re doing to me, Little Wildfire?” He was fully awake by then. There was no mistaking it.
The severity that rocketed.
Zaps of lightning sheared through the room as the rasping, rugged words cut from his mouth.
“Was this the plan the whole time? Send in this siren to distract me? Seduce me? Sing me your intoxicating song so I’d be caught unaware?”
A puff of incredulous laughter shot from my tongue. The sound mixed with the desire that coated every surface of his room. “You’re the one playing games, Silas Mercer. You’re the one who insisted on me sleeping in your bed.”
I didn’t know what in the world I thought I was doing, but I rolled my hips, rubbing myself against him, notching the hunger just a smidgeon higher.
My stomach was both light and heavy, toppling and turning over, the same as the emotion did in my chest as I reached for something inside me that had been missing for so long.
Only flickers of apprehension tickled in the periphery. Muted by whatever power Silas held over me.
He shocked me by suddenly shifting and rolling me onto my back. He climbed up to hover over me, his big body pinning me to the bed.
His vicious, beautiful face suddenly filled my vision.
Every carved, slashed angle was inscribed with ferocity.
