Silas’s lips were a fever against mine, and when he suddenly pulled back, the sudden absence of his touch felt like a torture.His eyes were dark, almost black, as he reached for the tie of my robe. He didn't rush. He moved with a maddening, calculated slowness, his knuckles brushing against my stomach as he undone the knot. The wet fabric fell away from my shoulders, sliding down my arms to pool around my hips, and immediately, a fresh wave of cold struck me. My damp skin pebbled instantly, and I let out a sharp, shuddering breath, my chest heaving."Silas," I whimpered, my hands reaching for his shoulders, wanting to pull him back into the void."Stay put, Elara," he commanded, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle deep in my marrow.He leaned down, his mouth finding the curve of my breast. He didn't just kiss me; he nibbled, his teeth grazing the sensitive, aching peak until a jagged moan tore from my throat. The contrast was a torture of the best kind—the freezing ai
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