Silas turns and sets me on the stone balcony railing.
My heart leaps in my chest as I face away from the dark drop below, worried that I will tumble over the edge at any moment. My entire body jolts for a moment out of reflex.
Silas laughs, our lips still touching. “I forgot you were afraid of heights.”
“I’m not afraid of heights, Silas. I told you; I’m afraid of falling to my death.”
“It’s only a 300-foot drop, jagged rocks, and a deep ocean below. Nothing to be concerned about.”
“Extremely funny,” I say, as my palms begin to sweat.
He laughs again, this time a bit more wicked. “Do you trust me?”
I look over my shoulder, the distance to the ground below making my skin crawl. “Entirely.”
His mouth crashes against mine again, and my body melts as I feel his hand slide between my thighs. The sensation of Silas’s touch quickly fades as I feel myself slipping into the shadows rather than over the railing. Our linked bodies become mist, and I realize that Silas is moving us somewhere together.
As quickly as the realization hits me, we land with a soft thud against soft bedding. Black silk sheets wrap around my curves, still warm from his body, and I groan. Silas’s bedroom—regal and dark—is just as sexy as him, with a large, four-poster bed and tasteful antiques filling the large room.
As we return to our bodies, Silas pulls away from our kiss. His gaze could set the kingdom ablaze. He notices my puzzled expression at the abrupt change in scenery and smiles.
“I plan to fuck you in every single room of this house, but with your fear of heights, my love, I’ll impatiently wait until the balcony railing is your idea.”
My core turns molten, and I prop my arms on the soft bed to bring my mouth closer to his. “I’m very interested in the plans you have for me.”
He lowers himself over me, shadows rippling across his back. “Then, we should begin.”
I suck in a steadying breath and watch as his eyes grow drunk with lust before he slowly trails his fingers all over my body. I lie back and close my eyes as he buries his head into my neck. I hear him inhale and press soft kisses all over my burning skin while both hands travel up my shirt to grasp my aching breasts.
“Take it off,” he snaps. “Now.”
I’m quick to obey, lifting both arms over my head to allow him to remove my shirt, freeing my breasts. Silas lays me back down and moves from kissing down my neck to pulling a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks against my skin, sending shocks to my center.
I lift my head against his shoulder and bite hard as he pinches my nipple.
He pauses and looks me in the eyes. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
Silas smirks, and his eyes darken. “As am I.”
He returns to kissing my neck and slowly begins to travel down, licking and sucking every inch of skin available to him. He hooks both hands around the waistband of my pants and slowly pulls them off, tossing them across the room. I look up as he stares at me, completely bare before him.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls.
Silas slowly moves both hands from my ankles to my knees, then pauses.
“Spread them,” he demands.
I relax my body and part my legs at his command, his hands pressing them against the silk sheets. He leans in, kissing and licking up my thigh while I squirm under his hold. He presses harder against my legs—fingers digging into my skin—and for a second, I fear I may tear in half.
I close my eyes and fist the silken sheets. I press my hips toward him, desperate for the touch I desire. I feel his breath against me, and the anticipation alone has my orgasm building in my core.
“Silas,” I breathe, unable to stand it any longer.
His tongue does a full sweep of my center, and my entire body shudders. I arch my back into his face as he continues to lick and suck. He presses harder against my legs, pushing them even farther. Pain shoots through my hips, but is quickly overshadowed by the intense pleasure of his mouth devouring me.
I need more.
