Chapter 400: Right or wrong?
Silas’ diamonds went over and over the charts of tributes that had been interviewed the previous day.
Not that he’d been completely oblivious to all of their situations, but admittedly, some had escaped his heed.
Still, confronted with the fact that a mere human with nothing but keen note of body language, speaking tone and a bunch of words strung up on a page was capable of such level of observation, left him with no other means but to accept that the fascination of older vampires by humans was more than justified.
His eyes remained glued to Erik’s chart when a raging pair of feet storming through the hallways towards his office, tapped the marble flooring on their path with resolve.
Their pace was quick but not enough to qualify as running. Relying on the rhythm alone, Silas failed to identify the owner of such a furious walker.
Although, fortunate he was to count on other senses than hearing. His olfaction, for example, was what helped him uncover the identity of this mysterious stomper before they barged in on him in his space.
Arabella hurled the door open, caring very little when it collided against the wall that supported its weight. Eyebrows knitted as the rest of her features were twisted, but locked in to render the most... Well, Silas couldn’t tell whether she was angry or devastated.
The young woman had stopped by the door to catch her breath as her eyes bore into his. She barely even blinked, her chest simply rising and falling erratically for a good moment.
And for that same moment, neither of them uttered or tried to utter a thing. But then, as if stung with a new urge to act, Arabella kicked her shoes off her feet, heedless as to where they landed.
She held the sides of her gown to march forward, further cutting the distance between her and her husband. On her way, her steps had turned hushed without the clacking of her heels against the floor.
"If you are thinking of punching me with your bare hands, I advise you to reconsider. Your hands will shatter since-"
She didn’t allow him to finish his advice. Well, her lips didn’t allow it.
Indeed, her hands took the collar of his shirt, but instead of trying to pull him down, she used it as leverage to lunge herself upwards before wrapping her legs around his middle. After that, Arabella waited for no invitation and pressed her lips against his.
So fervent and brazen yet so soft they were. Though before long, the kissing and sucking became insufficient for both of them as they quickly demanded access beyond the tender barriers that surrounded their mouths.
Silas stopped trying to understand it and merely shut his eyes to enjoy the dirty dancing of their twined tongues.
He could sense she was latching stronger onto him as her legs tightened their restrains whereas her arms snuck around his neck.
The short break they mutually agreed to take from each other was used to catch their breath, but also to have a little exchange of... Sorts.
"Why would I want to punch you?" she pulled away, her eyebrows still furrowed but her eyes a tad narrow.
"I thought you were upset. You looked very upset when you came onto me. You still look upset,"
The little frown she presented did nothing else if encourage him to pull her closer, granting his hands free reign to explore her back.
"I was. I still am upset," she grumbled.
Their faces hung so close to each other that their vision blurred when attempting to behold the details on one another.
Arabella brought her lips closer to his once more but stopped midway for her eyes to narrow again, "Did I look threatening?"
Silas inhaled, debating his next words, but upon to determine which would please her the most, he simply raised an eyebrow and asked, "Would you be offended if I said no?"
She let out an indignant little gasp, "Oh, very!"
The next thing he knew, their lips had connected again to rock, trip and exchange bodily fluids in the process.
It wasn’t painful for him, by any means, but he could tell just how feral she was being. How viciously she grinded her body against his, showing no sign of letting ago.
One of his hands ascended along her spine only to end up among her soft hair. Gathering a fist full of it, and with a lot of care, he tugged gently, pulling her head back for their eyes to open and meet again.
"So, did I do something wrong or... Right?"
"Well," she whispered, "We may discuss this later, or I can come down now and stop thi-"
Without allowing her to utter another word, Silas pushed their mouths back onto each other to suck on her tongue some more.
After the taste she gave him, there was no way down for her. There was no getting away with only teasing him.
His hand kept the hair it had grabbed on and maintained her head in place for the next thing he wished to do.
Because after her lips, her neck came as a natural successor in the line of targets.
Starting with little pecks along the jugular, he remained close to her main artery as if barely knocking on a door that kept the object of his desire from him.
The little moans she let out did not help temper his impulse to rip that dress off her back right then and there.
After less than a second of consideration, he realized he didn’t have to fight his hunger. She came to him and not the other way around.
Immediately, he settled her bottom on his cleared desk before taking a hold of her dress between his hands. From the open collar down to the hem of the skirt, his fingers tore the fabric into two perfect splits as though it was nothing but a thin sheet of paper.
That left nothing but her sheer under dress to stand between his hands and her sweet body.