Chapter 205: At all times
Flinch after flinch the unforgiving thunder wrenched out of her with each blast. The storm that was brewing bore its fruits and served them right down on that sorrowful little roof.
The clattering of every drop against those smoothened tiles announced the plentiful size of them all the while the howling of the wind did its own number.
Silas had flashed past and shut every window in his path in order to prevent the water from forcing its way inside, but the wood threatened to cave in under the immense pressure it was put under.
Arabella, on the other hand, was asked to cover her body and warm up on one of the beds. She’d practically curled into a ball, tugging at the thin, cold sheets that did not live up to their task.
Though despite the shivers crawling all around between her flesh and skin, something kept her core cozy.
Her hand cupped her cheek where the tingles from Silas’ touch lingered. The ghost of his stroking haunted her senses, eclipsing multiple facets of the world surrounding her, a veil of bliss that mingled with confusion only wrecked whenever lightning and thunder boomed so unpredictably.
So odd it was how the remanence of his graze reminded her of the many hands that were laid on her body, very much against her will, throughout the recent events and yet... His was welcome.
If it was a sign, then what sort of sign was it for?
The manner in which it so easily rendered her witless before him terrified her. It distantly resembled the surge of ungovernable whims that overtook her whenever his fangs would be buried in her, but only in a far-removed sense as that action aroused a new part of her body, encouraging her to surrender control over her being in a different way.