Chapter 287: Further
Once the jewelry was out of the way, including the brooch, Silas pulled up and sat her between his legs.
His first instinct was to gently gather her hair and put it over one of her shoulders so that it wouldn’t come in the way.
His eyes quickly trickled to her thinly veiled breasts which seemed to be begging for his hands to take a full hold of them and give them a firm squeeze like the soft cushions they were.
Even her nipples called for attention, standing stubbornly and pushing against the sheer fabric that covered them.
However, instead of succumbing to that desire, the vampire kept his composure, knowing full well there were many steps to take, many other things to do with her before reaching that stage of intimacy with her body.
He defaulted to fondling her hips, pulling them against himself while paying attention to the way her breaths were growing deeper and heavier.
Arabella had leaned her head back on his chest and shut her eyes, showing she fully trusted him.
Although her eyelids flickered open the instant his fingers caressed her cheek. Her muscles which sat relaxed at first, turned tense as her breathing became shallow.
Silas grinned, realizing she lay at his mercy by stroking that sensitive spot on her. Her eyes fluttered open and shut, threatening to shed tears of pleasure.
"I’d been thinking," he whispered in her ear, "If you can’t tell me which parts of your body are as sensitive as your cheeks, then I might have to explore you myself in order to find them out one by one,"
The spark that ran up her spine at those husky words was the melting point for her brain
But Silas did not stop there... On the contrary, he redoubled by tilting her head to the side before bringing his warm breath on her naked neck.
Her fingers had curled and sank into the fabric of his pants.
He didn’t mind all of the squirming she did against him as his hands held her still.
"I know there is a lot that we need to discuss, but I’d like to steal some moments just for ourselves," his lips brushed her skin with every little move they made, "It isn’t a crime, is it?"
"No," she was barely able to squeeze the word out.
With that, he gave her no further warning and dove in, placing little pecks up and down her neck.
Her moans only reverberated louder with each one that landed.
Had he not kept her in place, the vampire believed she’d have leaped off his lap.
He stopped just for long enough to say, "I believe I may have uncovered yet another sensitive spot on you," he chuckled.
Arabella kept her eyes shut. What he was doing was enough, meeting his gaze would have certainly not helped her case.
It frightened her how helpless she was, but most of all how eager and willing too.
It wasn’t long before he involved his tongue. Just the tip at first, but it was enough to send her reeling.
When the sucking on her skin began, she’d already surrendered her entire self to him.
"Tell me something," he kept his mouth close to her neck, "Would you be comfortable going further with me once we make our union official?"
"Yes," was all that she managed verbally, but her heart rate spiked, standing as further testament to her word.
He said nothing else and went back to abusing her neck, putting one arm around her and then on her jaw to keep her still.
Meanwhile his second hand traveled down and took a fist full of the skirt of her gown only to start pulling it up, revealing her thighs inch by inch.
Before she could put a stop to it, he did so himself by only exposing her thighs without going further up.
"You’d let me do more once you carry my name," he half asked in that same breathy voice.
"Yes," she too kept that meek tone with him.
He picked her hair again and put it over her other shoulder in order to use the other side of her neck.
Despite keeping a hand around her jaw he did not press down or stop her from rubbing the back of her head against his chest.
For some reason, even though out of the way, the thin suspenders that kept her breasts covered bothered him and so with both hands he pulled them down to play with her collar bones.
Once anew, her hand let go from his pants and trickled up on his thigh. Silas knew exactly what she’d been about to and stopped her right before her fingers reached his groin.
"I told you already," he whispered, "That isn’t fair. If you persist then I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t go any further than I already have,"
"I am sorry," she moaned.
"It’s alright. No need for apologies. You’ll just need to make it up to me some other day," he chuckled before sucking on her neck so hard, it wrenched the loudest of groans out of her yet.
"I never thought I’d ever be so hungry for something other than blood," he squeezed around her hips.
His lips moved down to her shoulders where he blessed them with the same treatment as her tenderized neck.
None of her muscles responded to her commands, completely molten in his hold. Not that her brain managed to function beyond interpreting the overwhelming amount of sensations Silas forced upon it without a shred of mercy.
From then, he decided to take things down a notch. Both of his hands reached for her head, threading through her hair only to connect with her scalp.
The soft little moans did not stop as he massaged her head with utmost love and care.
He kept at it until her breathing evened out, cluing him in on her fall into a deep slumber.
Silas laid her head back against him and stopped all motion beside breathing.