Page 32 of Her Ivory Flame

Chapter 13

She stood in front of her mirror, taking in one last look at herself before shedding her formal attire she had worn all night. She traced her finger down her scar on her face, the makeup Raine put on it to cover it up impressing her.

“I wish you would have left that uncovered.” Silas walked up behind her watching her in the mirror.

“I didn’t want people asking about it,” she replied, her hands falling to her side trying to relax. Her stomach was in knots and her nerves were shot from the night making it hard to unwind.

Silas stepped up against her back and felt his finger graze down her arm, his other hand wrapping around her stomach making her breath hitch. He lowered his head to her neck and left a gentle kiss against it, her skin forming goosebumps from his touch.

If it wasn’t for all the years together and the trust she built with him, she would be retreating from his touch.

“You are way too tense,” he whispered, his finger now tracing up her stomach and stopping under her covered breast.

“I don’t mean to worry you,” she breathed trying to keep her heart from beating too fast. She could feel herself react to his touch in a way she hasn’t felt in a long time.

It was either exhaustion or the simple lack of caring anymore that made her react in such a way. She wasn’t going to try and figure it out.

His eyes looked at her in the mirror, drinking her in from head to toe before letting out a shuttered breath. “You are so fucking beautiful.” he muttered against her neck.

She smiled and leaned into him a little more, his grip on her tightening gently. He brushed his lips from her lower neck to her ear and she found herself tilting her head to give his lips full access to it. His breath hit her ear and she could feel the shutter of arousal go down her spine.

“Silas,” she whispered, her eyes closing.

“Do you want me to stop?” he questioned tenderly. His hand on her stomach moved up, a thumb finding its way under her top to graze under her bare breast. A small exhale of approval escaped her lips.

“This would cross that line we keep dancing around,” she breathed.

“Then don’t create the line, I never did.” His kiss deepened into her neck. His hand that had been brushing her side now traveled around to her back, making enough room between them to loosen her corset. She then felt him travel down along her side, his finger digging under her waistband and traced along the edge of it around her front.

“I don’t expect anything to change if you don’t want it to Alyra, and I’ll stop now with no feelings hurt.” His hands paused and his lips found her ear again. “But I felt you on the dance floor, and I can sense you now.” His voice was soft but she could tell he was hesitant to ask.

She let out another shuttered breath, her eyes staying closed as she tried to find her words. Lust roared inside her and she couldn’t ignore his touch, even if it was the logical thing to do.

She pressed back into him more, giving him the silent ok to keep searching her body, and he did. One hand maneuvered under her loosened top and started to knead one of her breasts causing her to whimper, while the other continued lower down her skirt.

The feeling of his fingers gliding between her legs made her breath hitch, and could feel her thighs slick with her arousal.

“Are you sure about this?” he mumbled.

“Yes,” she breathed and grinded into him.

It was a terrible idea and it could change everything between them but he felt way too good to say no. The way her body wasfeeling was too much to try and fight and she trusted him enough to let him have her in the most intimate way.

She had only been with Declan so far, and if she ever told the truth to anyone, nothing felt right with him. Since she didn’t have experience she didn’t know how it was supposed to feel, but she knew what happened with him wasn’t it.

Maybe this would be different, and maybe this would change things for the better.

He pulled his hand from her and she groaned in protest.

His fingers unlaced her top the rest of the way and he pulled the whole thing over her head leaving her top half completely bare.

He spun her around quickly, his hand grabbing the back of her hair and tilted her head up to stare at him.

“You are sexy as hell,” he muttered as he leaned down to capture her lips, his free arm pulling her against him.

She glided her hands under his shirt and they separated long enough to toss it aside before he grabbed her again. He devoured her, his touch almost too rough for her liking but she ignored it.

Her nipples had peaked and were rubbing against his bare chest, his length hardening between them.