Bella's POV
Silas's mouth claimed mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. His tongue swept inside, tasting me deeply while his hands roamed across my body with desperate need. Six years of suppressed desire crashed over me like a tidal wave. The party downstairs, the house full of guests, everything else disappeared as he pulled me against his solid chest.
Wine lingered on his lips from dinner, mixing with the intoxicating warmth of his breath. Every nerve in my body sparked to life under his touch. He guided me toward his bed without breaking our kiss, his strong arms wrapped securely around my waist. The urgency in his movements sent my pulse skyrocketing.
When we reached the bed's edge, he lowered me onto the soft sheets with reverent care. The mattress welcomed my weight as cool fabric pressed against my heated skin. He hovered above me, his dark eyes drinking in every detail of my face.
