Ivy struggled to take a breath. “I… I need you…” To her surprise, Silas left his chair and knelt in front of her, ducking until he caught her eye. “I can’t touch you right now, Ivy,” he said, words dripping with longing. “We can’t renegotiate once a scene has started. That would be taking advantage of your heightened state.” Frustration pricked the corners of her eyes. “But hear me when I tell you that not having my hands on you in this moment is pure torture.”
