He kneaded her breasts between his palms, watching her every reaction.
Theo could feel the feeling building up again. The heat rushing down there, the overwhelming urge that she couldn't control. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a loud moan, and everything blurred around her.
She fell against him, shuddering.
Sylas watched her with a dark, starved look in his eyes. He took her arm and led her to a tree where he kissed her maddeningly again.
She held onto him for dear life as he slipped his hands into her clothes again and palmed her breasts, pinching and teasing her hard, taut nipples. She was breathless and kissed him back with everything she had.
Sylas trailed his fingers around her breasts. They were the perfect mound ~ circular, soft, and her nipples got harder every time he touched them. They reacted, and every shiver that passed through them was another invitation.
