DADDY'S GIRL
~SILAS POV~
I wanted to devour her.
It was not just talk. It was a strong, intense feeling that made my stomach hurt.
When I slammed her against the cold tile of the shower wall, crushing her soft curves with my hard, persistent weight, I wasn't just kissing her.
I was erasing him.
I was scrubbing away the image of Gideon's hand on her arm. I was burning the memory of his smile directed at her out of existence.
Her lips were swollen, bruised from the force of my mouth, and she tasted like soap, steam, and surrender.
She tasted like mine.
"Silas," she gasped against my mouth, her hands gripping my biceps, nails digging in.
She didn't push me away. That was her mistake. If she had pushed, if she had fought, maybe the trace of humanity I had left would have surfaced
