When their lips finally parted, time itself seemed to slowly re-enter the room, heavy and sluggish. Neither of them knew how long they had been suspended in that dark, feverish vacuum. They lay there for a long moment, their shallow chests rising and falling in tandem as they struggled to draw the cool air of the solar back into their burning lungs.
As the kiss broke into gasps for air, Silver's control completely fractured. Drawn by an insatiable hunger, his lips slid down from her mouth, trailing a path of burning, feverish kisses along her jawline until he buried his face into the soft, unprotected curve of her neck.
The hot, wet press of his lips against her skin jolted her mind like a splash of freezing water.
"Enough," Evangeline choked out, her voice a raw, breathless whisper as she firmly planted her palms against his chest, pushing him back with a sudden surge of royal authority. "Stop. Right here."
