Freya’s POV
Silvano's eyes darkened to obsidian as he stared down at me, something wild and untamed flashing in their depths. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, his powerful body caging me against our mattress, muscled arms bracketing my head.
"You have no idea what I've been holding back," he growled, voice dropping to a register that made my inner thighs quiver. His mouth descended on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered wildly beneath the skin.
When his lips traveled to the curve of my breast just visible above the champagne silk, I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped me. His tongue traced the delicate edge of the fabric with deliberate slowness, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"I dreamed of the sounds you make," he murmur
