Silas' finger, very slowly, ran along the lower side of the frail thread that served her gown as a strap. The man made sure his skin would graze hers in the process just to relish the little shivers and mild jolts his touch managed to wrench out of her.
Although, as much as he enjoyed having her at his complete mercy, the wild beating of her heart aroused some… concern in him.
He stopped all doings to lean so close to her that his breath brushed gentle strokes against her ear, "To what end is your heart racing like that? Tell me the truth, are you afraid of me?"
In reply, Arabella took her sweet time to turn her gaze towards him. Still red in the face, her eyes had adopted a certain misty look which, along with her erratic breathing earned her the most feverish of expressions, "Fear is by far the weakest cause of my agitation,"
The glint that lived in her eyes, mingled with the little grin at the corner of her lips, turning her already delicious outlook just irresistible.
