Silas's hands trembled as they traced down her sides, his touch feather-light against her skin.
When his palms skimmed over the curve of her waist, she leaned into him, her breath hitching.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her lips.
"You. Just you."
He walked her backward toward the bed, his mouth trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck, the sensitive hollow of her throat.
Ivy's head fell back on a gasp when his teeth grazed her collarbone, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Silas lowered her onto the silk sheets, his body hovering over hers as he took in the sight below him.
"Let me worship you," he said.
His mouth followed the path his hands had taken, pressing kisses down her body as he removed the last barriers between them.
When he finally settled between her thighs, his touch was reverent, gentle fingers exploring, testing, preparing her for what was to come.
Ivy arched off the bed at the first stroke of his tongue, a moan escaping her lips.
