A guttural growl ripped from Silas's throat as he shoved Esme against the wall, his hands fumbling with the strap wrapping around her. With a jerk, the knot yielded, sending the fabric cascading down her body.
Silas couldn't tear his gaze away.
Esme's skin shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence as if bathed in moonlight. The ethereal glow accentuated the breathtaking beauty of her face. Her breasts seemed fuller. Even the gentle swell of her pregnant belly held an unexpected allure.
At that moment, she was a vision of raw, primal desire, and to Silas, there was nothing sexier than her. He leaned in, his kiss slow and deliberate, his touch lingering on the curve of her baby bump.
Esme mirrored his movement, her fingers alighting on the waistband of his trousers before tugging them down with a purposeful grace and exposing his throbbing erection.
