Enthralled By Silver 소설 & 이야기

The atmosphere in the private room fell into a strangely tense silence for a few seconds. Just when everyone thought the young woman was about to be coldly turned away, Peter Sullivan chuckled lightly and pulled her into his arms in one swift movement. He said with a smirk, "You're the first one bold enough to try this. What's your name?" His low and dulcet whisper was seductive and intoxicating. Following his question, the atmosphere in the room became heated with sexual tension.

The ceiling is vaulted, supported by massive stone pillars carved with wolves in mid-leap. But it's not the room that makes me freeze. It's the man standing at the far end of it. He's tall. Taller than any man I've ever seen. Broad-shouldered, with dark hair that falls just past his collar and eyes that— My breath catches. His eyes are “silver”. “Not grey, not blue but Silver.” Like moonlight, like molten metal. And they're staring directly at me. I feel pinned in place, like prey caught in a predator's gaze. Every instinct I have screams at me to run, but I can't move nor can't breathe.

She looked less like a traveler and more like a fallen star. “Because I swore an oath,” she said simply. Kaelen frowned. “To who?” Her eyes lifted, piercing straight into him. “To you.” The forest seemed to still. Even the crickets and owls hushed for a heartbeat. Kaelen laughed, though it sounded hollow even to him. “That’s impossible. We’ve never met. I’d remember…” He trailed off, because part of him wondered if he really would remember. For months—years—his dreams had been haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman calling his name.

The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment. But as my gaze shifts downwards, I am captivated by the mesmerizing sight of her enchanting silver eyes. They gleam with a sense of contentment, reflecting the love and trust she has in me. Those eyes, like shimmering pools of liquid silver, hold a depth that I can never tire of exploring. They are windows to her soul, revealing her every emotion and desire.

Appeared again. Silver: Fine. That was it. No emojis. No enthusiasm. Just one word that somehow managed to sound like an insult. I smiled. She had no idea what was coming. Tomorrow, I was going to push every button she had. I was going to get under her skin. I was going to make her feel something—anger, frustration, desire, I didn't care which. Because watching Silver react was the most entertaining thing I had experienced in years. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to see what happened when she stopped running.

Dante inquired as he disengaged from Ann and stretched his hands forth to Silver, expecting a handshake. "Si...SI...SI... Silver". Silver stuttered before she took his hands and her stomach fluttered immediately she felt the warmness of his palms envelope her's. "You two came here together?". Dante asked. Silver nodded as she couldn't remember words to give as a response. Dante smiled and she felt a heat spread through her body. His icy blue eyes never left hers which made Silver blush uncontrollably while she stole a glance at him. You both wanna leave right now or???". Dante asked and before Ann could respond, Silver chimed in.

My blood turned to ice. “She must not live,” Silver continued coldly. “If she dies, Rylan will finally look at me. Really look at me with love.” The man recoiled. “You’re crazy,” he muttered. “This is insane.” Silver’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “Crazy?” she echoed softly. “No. I’m desperate. What I want I must get it. And whoever stops me will die.” My heart was pounding so violently I thought it might give me away.

Rodriguez was literal sex on legs and just looking at him was enough to have lust pooling between her legs. “I told you that it was rude to stare beautiful.” Silver shivered in bliss. It was more than the words, it was the way that they came out in his sexy morning voice. It was enough to bring her an orgasm without any other contributing factor. Silver was simply mesmerized by the man beside her, and she couldn’t believe that she had just spent the night with him, she couldn’t believe that she had laid wrapped in his arms till dawn.

Jeremy’s intuition rarely proved wrong. And neither did Silver’s noises. The horse always made that same huffing sound when he’d found a new loyal subject from whom to demand attention. Silver was the worst kind of bleeding heart. Friend to all and foe to none, as long as they gave him the ample attention he thought he deserved. Apparently, even from a lost she-wolf.