her scent as I drag my tongue down to her shoulder and nip at her flesh. Silla moans.
“You like that?” I whisper near her ear. She nods her head when I lick my way back up. Fuck, she tastes so damn good.
“Grave.” She whispers my name.
“What do you want, Silla? Tell me,” I urge her. She isn’t looking for a quick fuck the way I wanted. She needs me right now. She needs reassurance that she’s still fucking beautiful and I plan on giving her that.
“I don’t know,” she says through her tears. She doesn’t need to know because I do. Kissing my way down her body, my cock strains and begs to be inside of her but he has to wait. I press my lips to the bruises marring her flesh, the scar that reminds her every day that she lived. I move down her stomach, kissing each of her hip bones as I make my way further south. Nuzzling my face in the dark hair I find, I growl. I’m not a picky man. I don’t care if a woman shaves, waxes or stays natural. Either way her pussy is sexy as hell to me.
“Fuck,” I whisper before biting down on her mound.
“Grave,” she hisses. I scoot further down the bed and spread her wet pussy wide open for me before leaning in and taking a long hard lick. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I waste no time getting to work. I flick her clit with my tongue before dipping it inside of her. I pull it back out and run it all around her little bud that wants to be played with. I make her writhe beneath me as I taste her. Her body trembles the more I lick, just like I want it to. I want her out of her mind, and then, and only then will I let her come all over my mouth.
“Please,” she whines as I press one hand on her pelvis, keeping her in place as I dive in. Growls and groans rip from my throat as I eat her to perfection. Flicking her clit with my tongue once more does it. Her body spasms, cum coating my tongue as I lap it up. I don’t let her calm down. I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I climb up her body, grabbing her leg as I go and thrust inside of her. Silla screams for me as I roll my hips. I wanted to fuck her roughly. I wanted to take her and show her who she belongs to, but I also want her to feel special because goddamn it, she is. So I slow my pace, rocking into her slowly as I lean down and let her taste herself on my lips. Each stroke of our tongues has me feeling higher than the last. I never thought I’d feel like this with a woman. Maybe because I was so focused on ruining my dad, but now that I have her, I don’t want to let this feeling go, and God help anyone who tries to get in the middle of this.
Chapter Eleven
I wake to the smell of coffee and an empty bed. Rolling over, I yawn as I sit up and grab my clothes, pulling them back on. Once I slip my feet into my boots, I grab my cut and head out of the room and down to the kitchen. That’s when I hear it. Silla laughing. I don’t know a lot about her but from what I do, I know she doesn’t laugh very often. Not like she should anyway.
When I come around the corner, my mom spots me and closes the scrapbook she had opened on the counter faster than I’ve ever seen her move.
“Really?” I ask, nodding toward it.
“Oh shut up. She was curious,” Mom says, making me grin.
“I bet she was.”
“The bathtub photos are the best,” Silla adds with a laugh. Before I can say anything further, Preacher storms into the kitchen.
“We need to move.” My eyes jerk to his and all it takes is a slight nod to let me know shit’s changed.
“Mom, grab your bag and give it to Preacher,” I tell her. She nods her head, knowing we have to get her out of here. We explained things for the most part, but my mom is a lot like me. She’s hardheaded and doesn’t let anyone tell her what to do, but when it comes to this