Chapter 245: Many wishes
Up and down her neck his tongue went, turning her already shallow breaths even quicker, escaping her control as little moans from time to time.
Silas reeled her in and held her in place as her back had begun to arch, "Shhh, you’re safe," he whispered right in her ear.
Every syllable rubbed against her eardrums like the tip of a feather, rendering his efforts to calm her down fruitless.
The candle flames glowed orange, flashing in and out of view as her eyes flickered feverishly the deeper he dug his fingers into her hip.
His breath grew much closer once more until his fangs finally sank right into her vein, but right as the usual wave of bliss hit her, Silas did something new again.
He ripped his teeth out of her, earning a little yelp and stronger jolt out of her. Though he still kept her locked against his body while allowing that crimson nectar to glide along his lips, to coat his tongue which felt quite playful that night for he wanted to enjoy her and what she had to offer in a different way.
When done with the savoring, the vampire buried his fangs in her again and not so gently that time around. He was brisk, eager to taste more.
He stole many cries and shudders out of her and no matter how hard she fought his grip, all of her efforts hit a dead end.
Although, truth be told, despite all of the squirming and tugging her hands and body did, her wish was to stay in his arms.
For a second time, he tore his lips away, triggering yet another fit of tingles through her.
Silas kept his mouth open and breathed loudly, exhaling just as deeply as he inhaled.
"Have I ever told you just how delectable you are?" he panted almost after every word, his fingers trailing up and carefully wiping the blood that had trickled out of her open wound.
He licked every drop of it before shoving his fangs back in her, but that time around, he did not stop.
Silas sucked and syphoned until her body didn’t shake as much in his hold, only slowing down when her grasp around his vest loosened.
He thought he ought to be done with it while she still shed tears and moans of pleasure... Before the paralysis kicked in.
In her eyes, little by little, the world grew blurrier, the scent of fresh timber and dry sawdust fading gradually.
However, as her entire body continued to fall numb, and while still retaining the last bits of her slipping conscious mind on his lap, Arabella could’ve sworn something that had a will of its own rubbed against her behind. Something that wasn’t his leg.
Then nothing...
It was the end of the night for her. Every breath traveling in and out of her simmered down by the second as the rest of her body fell completely limp.
But for Silas, it was a different story. His only wish was for that moment to stretch longer, allowing him more time to bask in her essence.
His heart battered its cage whereas every fiber in him demanded more of that nectar.
It was with a lot of might that he kept his head on his shoulders, prohibiting his own hands from exploring parts of her Silas knew she wouldn’t approve.
While still holding her against himself, he cleaned the blood around the little gaps on her neck after which, the vampire finally stood up, carried her weight then very gently laid her in a reclined position on the lounge chair.
Such a pain it was to keep going when the only person he wanted to spend time with could slip away, into a world so vast and so far out of his reach.
Silas sat by her feet, watching every detail on her, lulling his longing with the periodic rise and fall of her chest. So peaceful she looked, her pinkish lips slightly ajar, so inviting... So enticing.
Part of him screamed that it wasn’t right. That it wasn’t fair to contemplate someone while they were at their most vulnerable, but the larger part, the stronger one waved the guilt away.
On the brighter side, her eyes were shut and thus prevented her from seeing his features as they drew the warmest of smiles on him.
It crept in on his face when he least expected it, when he least kept an eye out for it.
But Silas was safe, wasn’t he? Arabella couldn’t see it. No one could see it.
He wasn’t yet ready for anyone to see that expression on him again.
For the rest of that night, the vampire chipped away at the wood only stealing a glimpse of her from time to time when she tossed around or let out the occasional moan.
At that sight, even the tools in his hands suggested a new piece of art. One that hung on every curve in display, every strand of hair and every piece of accessory decorating her already perfect frame.
What would she say to that? Would it delight her to pose, or would it burden her?
When those thoughts overwhelmed him, Silas stood up and made his way towards the kitchens where cleaning and refilling the water pitcher wouldn’t risk awakening Arabella.
He asked for no maid to do it and once done with the task he returned before slashing his palm open for his own blood to drip freely into the water and mingle with it.
The next morning when her eyelids split apart, the item was the first thing her gemstones took in.
As per his usual, he was nowhere in the room when the sun rose and only returned when she was out of there.
Hers and Ada’s chirping throughout the hallway as they walked back to her room filled his ears.
Not that it displeased him, but Silas wished he had enough self-restraint to avert his attention away and allow them the privacy they deserved.