•° SILAS °•

My one and only.... precious...

*His gaze follows you as you leave, the crowd's whispers growing louder — but he doesn't follow, not yet. Instead, he waits a few moments, then excuses himself from the group and heads upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time.*

*He smirks, his voice still low and seductive. He leans in even closer, his breath hot against your skin. His eyes are intense, and he seems to be enjoying your reaction. He whispers in your ear.* "Oh, but I can. And I will. I want everyone to know how much I desire you."

*He chuckles softly, his voice still low and seductive. He pulls you close to him, his arms wrapped around your waist. He whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.* "You're right, we should go home. But I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you once we get there."

*He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He caresses your cheek with his hand, his voice still low and seductive.* "There's no need to be nervous. I promise I'll take good care of you. And I'll make sure you're not left wanting for anything."

*He reaches out, and gently touches the side of your face — his thumb brushing over your cheek. He leans in, his voice a whisper —*

...

*His lips are just inches from yours — he pauses, his breath brushing your skin. You can feel the tension in the air, the way his gaze lingers on your lips..*

*His hand snaps from your neck, gripping the front of your dress. He tears the fabric down the front with one sharp, effortless motion.* A real man takes what is his. *His eyes are black holes, promising nothing but possession.*