Not for a second did she break eye contact as her face stood between his legs. The silence that surrounded them stretched the time that slipped by before her hands finally rose to his belt.
However, before she could reach it, his own hands clasped around her wrists, "What are you doing?"
He searched for a hint of hesitation or uncertainty on her but found none. Just a sharp and bold gaze that withstood his glare.
"I told you already," was all that she said, her voice sweet yet a notch deeper, sultrier than her usual timbre.
"Why?" his eyes squinted.
Her face fell a little, "Did I do something wrong? You don't want it!" she half asked.
"Of course I want it!"
His firmness caused her to flinch in place which did not go unnoticed by him. Silas let go of her wrists so that his hands could move to her face.
They cupped half of her cheeks as the lower part reached her neck. After sweeping her hair out of the way, his thumbs caressed their way to her lips.
