Rubbing his thumb along her cheek, Silas leaned down until his lips were a fraction from hers. “Do you accept the terms of our deal?” Ivy’s lashes fluttered. “Yes.” And then his mouth was on hers, searingly hot and eager. She opened to him instantly and his tongue slipped inside, drawing a moan up from her depths. Releasing her hand, Silas fisted a handful of her curls at the back of her head, holding her to him as he kissed her thoroughly. Faintly, Ivy wondered if he was enjoying this as much as she was. If the way he nipped her bottom lip and soothed it was any indication, she would bet that
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