(Grace)
Silas acted like he was a man starved as he hovered over me, his lips touching every part of my exposed skin. He brushed against me, letting me feel his arousal. The bond was already so intense for us, I couldn't imagine what it would feel like once I turned 18.
His emotions were all over the place as they washed over me. Arousal, desire, fear, anxiety, grief, longing.....
I fought against the desire to let him take me. I needed to make sure he was ok. He was worrying me. I gently took his face in my hands and made him look at me. His eyes were so beautiful, yet full of pain, "Si....talk to me."
His breathing picked up and he closed his eyes, "I can't.....I just.....I need to feel you right now.....to touch you....it calms me."
I smiled a small smile, "Hey, look at me...."
