For a good moment no words were uttered, no actions were taken. Silas kept one arm around her middle tethering her to himself while his second-hand lay right on her neck and jawline.
Between his own, the vampire held her bottom lip, locking it back in whenever it slipped away. Her upper lip was just as soft and full as its counterpart, almost as delectable as the nectar coursing her veins. Their breaths had never intertwined into such a tangled mess before, but with the cadence of both their hearts rising, it was bound to happen.
The drumming in her chest grew especially louder when his tongue first attempted to penetrate her mouth for the sole purpose of reaching her own tongue.
She resisted it to the best of her ability, but eventually relented, allowing those two to connect and engage in such a fervent dance, it had lit the rest of her nerve endings ablaze.
