His warning was all she got. The taste of him changed, flooding her senses as his own release took him. His body shuddered above her, a taut, powerful tremor that echoed her own.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing in the dim room.
Slowly, carefully, he moved off her, collapsing onto his side beside her. They lay face to face, skin slick with sweat. He reached out, tucking a strand of damp pink hair behind her ear.
"See?" he whispered, a satisfied smile touching his lips. "Not so hard."
Ivy just stared at him, her mind and body utterly spent.
"Did you make all that food just to make sure I'd have enough energy… for whatever we were doing before?"
Silas smiled softly, his eyes dark and gentle at the same time.
"My baby really is the smartest," he murmured, leaning down to brush her hair lightly.
