Page 98 of Crave

The kind I’d never had before.

Not with anything.

I reached down, yanking her shirt upwards, but the fucking thing pulled tight, staying in place. With a growl I rose onto my knees, releasing her long enough to drive her shirt upwards, revealing the soft peach colored lace bra she wore. The kind that brought me undone.

I lowered my head, inhaling the scent of her.

“You didn’t fucking think about the consequences,” I groaned, inhaling deep. I couldn’t get enough of her, her scent, her warmth—I lifted my gaze to hers—or that faraway look in her eyes. The one I’d seen back in that room at The Order. The same look I wanted to see now. “Did you? You didn’t think how running was going to make me feel?”

She wasn’t there, and yet somewhere deep down she was.

She was still the liar.

Still the betrayer.

Still the fucking sister who cut me a thousand ways and crawled under my skin.

“You will never run from me again, do you understand that?”

She stared at me blankly. I reached upwards, yanking on that soft lace cup until her bare breast slipped free. “Tell me you understand, Angel.”

She tilted her head and looked down, watching as I lowered my mouth to her nipple. One hard lick and she shivered.

“Tell me…tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

Her tone was empty, devoid of emotion. Yet that was all I needed. I lowered my head, dragging in that tightening peak into my mouth. My body roared with hunger. My cock so fucking hard it was driving me insane. I rubbed myself against her thigh as I moved, desperate to feel anything I could get from her.

She wasn’t making any move to fight me, not anymore. So I released her other hand, dragging her shirt higher until it slipped over her head and was gone.

“What is it you understand exactly?” I eased upwards and looked down to where her nipple glistened with saliva.

My saliva.

She stared up at me. One hard look along her body and I eased backwards, my fingers reaching for the button of her blackslacks. A twist of my fingers was all it took, leaving the clasp to spring free. My fingers moved to her zipper.

“Silas, no,” she whispered.

I met that stare. “No?” I leaned down. “No, what little sister?”

Her eyes widened, yet her body betrayed her. Her nipples so fucking hard, her body quivering as I slid the zip low and looked down to the peach lace panties.

She lifted her hands to my chest as I gripped the edges of her pants. But she made no effort to push me away as I slid her pants low and cast them aside. They hit the floor behind me with a soft thud. That sound triggered her. She shoved backwards, driving the back of her heels against the floor.

I followed her as she shoved upwards, standing on trembling legs. “You want to run again, Angel?” I asked, reaching over my head and dragged my shirt over my head.

She stumbled toward the sofa.

But she didn’t get far before I strode forward, grabbing her around the waist and pulled her with me. We fell, hitting the cold, leather seat. I shifted my leg, dragging her body against me in a way that made her moan and grip my bicep.

Her nails dug into my arm, and I couldn’t tell if it was resistance or desperation.

“Stop,” she whispered in a breathless plea.

But I didn’t stop.

I had no fucking intention of stopping ever again.