The Lies Behind Her Marriage novel Chapter 253

Silas's Dream.

Noelle was still in her clothes, but she felt like Silas had already undressed her with his eyes.

His gaze lingered on her, dark and intent, as if he was already mapping out every inch of her.

There was something dangerous about him that night.

He was like a predator that had finally decided to stop waiting.

Silas climbed onto the bed, trapping her completely.

There was no pause, no warning, he closed the distance and took her lips in a sudden, impatient kiss.

His kiss carried the taste of wine, deep and intoxicating, touched with the faint saltiness of the nuts he’d eaten. Underneath it all was something undeniably his—warm, steady, and masculine in a way that made her melt into him.

Noelle moaned just a little before he pulled away and said in a deep voice, “I’m not even going to sugarcoat this.”

His hand caressed her cheek before tracing down her neck. As he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, he added, “I’ve wanted this for so long—dreamed of this.”

“I beg you, don’t ask me to slow it down because I don’t think I can.”

“I’ll try to be gentle, but I’ve had a little too much to drink,” his eyes darkened with desire. “My version of gentleness may already be… compromised.”

Noelle, “...”

The promise sent butterflies to her stomach!

Before she knew it, his lips claimed hers again. This time, it was deeper, leaving no space between them.

The kiss lingered, consuming, as his hand slipped over her bare breast and settled with unmistakable intent, drawing a soft, involuntary response from her.

Silas was taking her mouth so hard the corners of her lips grew warm and damp.

He rolled her nipple like a bead, the sharp heat making her heart race with excitement. Each heavy, rhythmic squeeze of her breast sent a fresh wave of shivers crawling across her skin.

Soon, Silas devoured the pulse at her neck. The sensation was a drug, leaving her breathless and clinging to his shoulders.

She was barely hanging on when Silas completely removed her top and started to taste her breasts.

He let out a sharp hiss. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Look at those perfect peaks.”

Silas fondled breasts one at a time, again and again, until her nipples hardened. He would have stayed longer if not for the fact that his rod was getting impatient.

Silas sat up, his sculpted torso on full display. He gripped his heavy length, his abs flexing and rippling with every stroke of his hand.

The sight of him made Noelle’s core tingle.

It was so hot.

Silas was so hot.

To Noelle, he was godlike. No woman could ever ask for more.

And how, this man was hers.

'Fuck Brian!' she almost laughed at the thought of her "biggest mistake."

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