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.
