As if marveling at the most mesmerizing and extraordinary of sights, Silas' diamonds explored every inch of Arabella's throat.
Taking their sweet time, they trickled down and then back up again, so very carefully following the patterns her skin knitted together through the bonding of cells.
Straddling his seated figure on the bed, Arabella's breathing wasn't erratic as much as it sounded erotic.
Heavy, catching in her throat almost every time his warm breath grazed her neck which Silas had kept a hold of between his hands.
His thumbs made sure to stick right under her chin and maintain it up so that nothing would come between his eyes and the tender part that held her head and body together.
"Are you craving blood?" she whispered.
"No…," he whispered back, "I was merely wondering if I had hurt you earlier when I put my hand around your throat,"
