Silas slowly withdrew, the wet sound of their separation echoing in the quiet room. He reached behind her head and untied the gag.
Elena slumped against the table, her mouth hanging open, a thin trail of saliva escaping her lip. She looked utterly spent, her eyes glazed and dreamy.
"S... Silas," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
He didn't pull away. He leaned in, kissing her softly on the forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips. It wasn't the hungry, demanding kiss from before; it was tender, almost protective.
"Did you get the attention you wanted?" he asked, a small, knowing smile on his face.
Elena let out a soft, airy laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "I think I might need a few more lessons."
Silas chuckled, his hand sliding down to squeeze her
