“There it is,” he murmured, inhaling her lush scent to the bottom of his lungs. “Silas,” she gasped. “I’m—” Ivy’s back bowed off the table as her hand kept working. “Nine,” he ordered, limbs shaking. It took two seconds for her to fly apart, screaming his name. That time he let himself growl like a beast, head lolling back and eyelids dropping. The wet patch inside his trousers grew, sticking the fabric to his skin.
