Page 99 of The Midnight Frequency

A soft groan vibrated against my lips as he felt the proof of the desire I’d been feeling since the moment I’d seen him in his room.

The brush of his thumb on the most sensitive part of me had a low, throaty sound escaping me.

Want clawed through me, sharp and insistent, demanding an end to the sweet torment of his slow, barely there touch.

Silas’s head dipped, his nose grazing down my jaw, the shell of my ear, then down my neck, making little shivers move through me at his cool touch on my much warmer skin.

His tongue flicked the pulse point in my neck as each brush of his finger sent a ripple through me.

I felt the drag of his fangs, but they just scratched over skin that his tongue quickly traced.

“Silas, please,” I whimpered, mindless, shameless with my need.

His lips slipped back upward before I lost them completely.

“Look at me.” It was a soft demand, and my belly fluttered as my eyelids fluttered open. Only then did his fingers slide downward and gently press inside me.

My head fell back with a moan as his fingers settled deep, then started to thrust lazily while his thumb kept teasing across my clit.

His gaze held me captive then, the intensity in his eyes making my chest feel tight.

Every slow thrust unraveled me a little more, leaving me clinging to him as my legs went weak.

A sound moved through Silas then, something deep and raw, almost feral.

Then his fingers were turning, crooking, stroking against my top wall, creating a whole new wave of sensation.

My pulse throbbed, thick and slow.

My breath stuttered.

I was breaking apart under his touch.

My hips rolled, chasing pressure, chasing friction, as the pleasure grew sharp and insistent.

He worked me higher and higher with relentless precision.

Pleasure coiled so tightly it bordered on pain.

I was breathless, clinging, shaking.

Silas’s gaze held mine, and the tiniest curve of his lips upward told me he felt just how close I was.

My body took it as permission.

The tension snapped, and my body surged, every muscle locking before melting completely as a jagged cry escaped me.

Silas’s forehead pressed to mine as his fingers worked me through it while I clutched him, whimpering in the trembling aftermath.

My forehead fell to his shoulder as my breath refused to settle and thoughts refused to form.

And it was right then, in that gentle suspended moment, that my phone started to blare from my back pocket.

I jolted hard enough to slam back into the wall behind me, losing Silas’s touch, losing the soft connection between us.

My hand went for it automatically, even as my heartbeat went into overdrive, adrenaline coursing through me.

I wouldn’t have answered it if it were anyone else.