That was the moment when the fog in her mind cleared just enough for her to realize what was happening.
But he didn't let her pull away.
So she had no choice but to bite down on his lip.
Hard.
She tasted blood.
But it wasn't the sharp, metallic taste she expected.
It was darker.
Something that pulled at her senses. Energy swirling on her tongue.
Reluctantly, he let her go, giving her a little space.
Still, he didn't move away.
Breathing heavily, she leaned back until her spine met the cold mirror behind her.
The chill helped her gather her thoughts.
She could still taste him when their lips parted — and it only made her want more.
A drop of blood lingered on her lips.
Without thinking, she licked it away.
Silas' gaze followed the movement, and the tension in his lower body stirred in response.
'Okay… that is dangerous.'
Carefully, she placed her hands against his chest and pushed him back a little.
He let her.
The panther was surprised he had gotten this far.
