Chapter 387: Feverish
"I love you..."
Had they said that to each other before? If yes, Arabella could not, for the life of her, remember it happening.
Silas’ diamonds glowed with a new kind of gleam as they bore into her gemstones. Admiring their bling was as though the right to dream was being granted to her for the first time.
"I have not ever said that before,"
And there, he cleared that mystery out for her. She breathed an internal sigh of relief to know it hadn’t slipped her mind or something of that sort.
"I believe... The only people I have ever said those words to were my mother and then...," she trailed off, a distant look in her eyes, "My brother. It was on the night before he deserted the family abode. It was the first and last time we ever exchanged those words," her demeanor shifted to a slightly lighter one, "I did think it was odd that Arthur would all of the sudden blurt such a thing when he’d never done so before," an itsy-bitsy scoff escaped her.
"Well, I didn’t mean to bring such memories back but-"
"Oh dear! I am really sorry. I ruined the moment,"
Looking at her, Silas had a faint grin on, "You ruined nothing. You could never," he stole a quick kiss from her lips. The vampire took a deep breath in before adding, "I know time isn’t for this, but for once, I’d like to be selfish. Do you understand me?"
By the looks of it, Arabella did not understand him and in order to explain further, his hands ventured down her back and grabbed palms full of her butt.
The action snatched a gasp out of her which led to her fingers curling around the fabric of his vest.
He was right the first time. It was hardly the time to... Indulge. There was much to discuss and many things on the chopping block. Although, at least, he was aware it was quite selfish for them to fool around when work stacked up on the table.
"Would you like to be selfish with me?" he asked, his lips leaning dangerously close to hers.
"I’d love to," she squeaked.
At those words he tightened his grip as he fondled her rear, further pressing her against his chest.
His eyes went from her irises down to her neck then straight for those pushed up fatty cushions he wished to grasp bare.
"Tell me, how is your jaw feeling? The poor thing had to work hard last night and all because of me," his lips pouted, though had it not been for his voice turning down and sultry, she could have believed he was genuinely sympathetic.
Her hands traveled to massage her jaw. Seeing that, Silas was unable to resist and brought one of his hands around her throat first, before slipping it up to her jaw too.
Very playfully, he turned her head from left to right then on and on again, making sure to maintain eye contact.
"To say I wasn’t ready for what you did to me is an understatement," he nodded along to his own words which were practically groaned against her chin.
"I am not sorry for what I did," she whispered.
"Good," he breathed, "I don’t want you to be,"
Silas began kissing along her jawbone while holding her to his chest until a new question popped in his mind, prompting him to pause, "Although I am curious as to how you managed to... Take all of me inside. Where did it all go? I wonder," he asked as he lifted her chin higher to expose her throat before his lip. That part of her body became his next target for kissing.
Little moans escaped her as he went down her neck, "All I can say is that training was brutal,"
"Does your throat hurt?" he stopped his doings to look her in the eyes, a solemn expression on.
"It used to. The first few weeks, yes, but the discomfort went away when the gagging stopped,"
His thumb reached up to caress her lips, "Cruel does not even begin to describe what I think about what you were put through,"
"I believe you’ve seen worse days than I have," she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"It isn’t a competition, but since we are talking about this, I’d say I’d rather live through my childhood a thousand times rather than go through yours," after a short moment of silence, where only their breaths mingled, he added, "It felt good. I loved it, but promise me that you will never do something against your own will just to appease me,"
"I promise," she nodded.
Without a context and to anyone that would behold their faces in that moment, they’d have thought those two were feverish.
Feverish yes, but only for each other.
All of the sudden, Silas’s eyes darted towards the door, which announced the nearing of someone behind it.
Arabella had assumed right because the moment she pulled away from him; a knock landed upon the wood.
"Come in," he said.
The door opened on Carlton right as Arabella readjusted her gown.
"Pardon the interruption, but I was told I’d find the Lady here," the butler’s eyes rested on Arabella.
"Is something the matter?" it was Silas that answered.
"No, but the tailor, Mr Kallum, has arrived and wishes to gather all the women for their dress try outs.
"That can wait, can’t it?"
Hearing the strictness in Silas’ tone, Arabella immediately chimed in, "That is alright! It is better to get these little things out of the way first in order to rest our minds from them," she smiled.
The vampire did not look particularly pleased but did no huffing or puffing to see her leave.
Upon hearing the door click shut behind his wife, Silas returned to his desk and picked the piece of paper he’d hidden beneath a pile of others when Arabella had come.
Yet another letter from the prince which after her recent reaction to hearing from him, the man thought it was better not to stir the pot and let her be for that time being.