"I love you, Kyra," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. His words made her heart skip a beat. It wasn't just the words, but the way he said them—like he had been holding them inside for so long, waiting for the right moment to let them out.
Before she could respond, his lips found hers again, this time more urgent, but still gentle. It was as though he was pouring everything he felt for her into the kiss—his love, his desire, his need to protect her. Kyra kissed him back with equal intensity, her hands sliding down his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his fur clothes.
Silas groaned softly, the sound vibrating through her as he pulled her even closer. He lowered her onto the blanket, his body hovering over hers, but never losing that delicate care in his movements. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he continued to kiss her, slow and deep, making her lose herself in the moment.
