Page 181 of Forged in the Fire
“If I had a soul, a piece of myself left to give, I’d give it to you. But you should know there’s none of that left. Need to be sure you’re good with that,” I told her.
She quivered from her chest to her chin as she stared up at me, then lifted that chin higher and issued the whispered demand, “Show me what it feels like to be free. I want to experience it. I want to know what it’s like when the pain goes away. I want to know what it feels like not to be alone. To not be the only one fighting for myself. I want you to hold it, even if it’s just for a little while. Wreck me like you promised.”
Possession thrashed, and the words turned coarse and jagged. “Don’t worry, baby. I plan to. Going to show you that you’re not alone and you are not the only one fighting for yourself. Going to show you that youcount. And when you leave this place, you’ll know exactly what to demand from a man.”
My spirit howled at the thought of another man touching her, my hands gripping on tighter like I might not ever have to let her go.
And I knew, right then, it was Brinley who was going to wreck me.
Not even that was enough to stop this train that had sped out of control, and she was trembling so hard I thought the sofa might take flight as I slipped my hands higher beneath that frilly black skirt, and I hooked my fingers into the edges of her underwear.
“You gonna let me have a taste of you?”
She squirmed and lifted her ass from the couch. “Please.”
I peeled the slip of lace down her lush, curvy thighs, dragging them all the way down her legs and unwinding them from those heels.
I tossed them to the side and was right back to gripping her by the knees, spreading her wide so I could get a good look at all the deliciousness I’d been fantasizing about.
Need thundered through my bloodstream at the sight of her pink and bare. Her slit soaked with desire.
My mouth watered, and I felt like I was being burned up.
Scorched alive.
My eyes devoured, roving over the curves of her body. Gaze flicking from the stunning, unforgettable edges of her face, down over her trembling, jutting chest, and dipping down to the sweet spot between her thighs.
Brinley exposed. So utterly indecent and so perfectly right.
Because I was the one who was foul.
Staining her perfection this way. Letting myself weave even a thread of my depravity into her.
Knew I was nothing but a bastard because I couldn’t wait to leave my mark.
“Wildfire,” I rumbled. “Seductress. So fucking sexy. Making me lose my mind. Making me want things I can never keep.”
There they went, perilous words slipping from my mouth.
Brinley arched and sighed. “Silas.”
“You’re stunning, Brinley. Fucking gorgeous. Nothing but a tease of paradise.”
“You’re the tease, Silas Mercer.” She choked it.
“Are you an eager girl? You need my mouth on you?”
“Yes.” The thickened word braided through the charged air.
Energy lashing and whipping.
I dipped in and stroked my tongue through her cunt.
I nearly came in my pants.
But it was Brinley almost hitting the ceiling that had me freezing, thinking I’d freaked her out, worried I’d sent that fear sailing through her again, but her hands were back in my hair, urging me on, “Silas,” leaving her on a whimper.
“Wildfire. Fuck. Knew your pussy was going to be so damned sweet.”
