A pleased growl rippled through the air, and she shivered. “You have no idea how badly I want to tear those off you,” he ground out. “With my teeth.” Air rushed from her lungs and Ivy glanced back at him. She never could have imagined a man looking at her the way Silas was that very moment. Like she was divine. Like she was his living fantasy. Like she was a rabbit and he was a hungry wolf. It overwhelmed her, causing her to wobble slightly.
