Time stood still between them. Nothing else existed while her heartbeat rushed between her ears. There was no more logic. No more arguing while his threat tinged the air, thick with tension. “Admit it, Sabrina. Meeting you was a trap,” Silas said gruffly through his teeth. Her eyes fluttered closed as his bass growl permeated into her bones. Was it her imagination or did his voice grow even deeper? His rough, strong fingers skimmed down the line of her neck, lingering for brief seconds around her throat as his heavy palm rested on her collarbone. “Even if it was, I’m still going to take you right now. Don’t try denying it. You want this too.” The last four words weren’t even halfway out of his mouth when he sprung forward, sprawling them both out on his bed with his heavy weight pressed between her legs. His lips teased along her bare neck, fingers anchored in the roots of her hair, pulling her head to the side for better access to her tender flesh.
