Chapter 348 We’re not soulmate
"I love you, Kyra," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. His words made her heart skip a beat. It wasn’t just the words, but the way he said them—like he had been holding them inside for so long, waiting for the right moment to let them out.
Before she could respond, his lips found hers again, this time more urgent, but still gentle. It was as though he was pouring everything he felt for her into the kiss—his love, his desire, his need to protect her. Kyra kissed him back with equal intensity, her hands sliding down his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his fur clothes.
Silas groaned softly, the sound vibrating through her as he pulled her even closer. He lowered her onto the blanket, his body hovering over hers, but never losing that delicate care in his movements. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he continued to kiss her, slow and deep, making her lose herself in the moment.
The world around them seemed to disappear—the sound of the stream, the wind in the trees, everything fading until there was nothing but the two of them. His lips traced down her neck again, and Kyra’s breathing grew heavier, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was pure, it was romantic, and it was deeply sensual. Each kiss, each touch, was like a silent promise, a declaration of his love and devotion. Silas wasn’t rushing—he was savoring every second, showing her just how much she meant to him, not with words, but with his actions.
"I want to find my Mark... Can I?" Silas whispered, his voice low and filled with anticipation as he gazed into Kyra’s eyes.
Kyra felt a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, she nodded, giving him silent permission. There was something about the way he was looking at her—like she was the only thing that mattered, like the moment was sacred.
His eyes lit up with excitement, a mixture of longing and tenderness, as he gently began to slide her dress off her shoulders. The fabric fell away, and Silas leaned in, pressing soft, delicate kisses along her neck. Each touch of his lips sent waves of warmth through her, and Kyra let out a soft moan, her hands instinctively gripping his arms as his kisses trailed lower.
Silas took his time, savoring every inch of her skin. His lips found her collarbone, then moved down to her chest. He kissed her breast with such reverence, like he had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now he was finally able to show her just how much he adored her. Kyra’s breath hitched as his hands caressed her, his fingers gentle yet firm as they explored her body.
He kissed lower, his lips brushing over her stomach, lingering on her skin as if he was searching for something, his "Mark." Every kiss felt like a promise, a vow of his devotion. Kyra’s body reacted to each touch, her skin tingling, her breathing growing uneven. She could feel the love and passion in every kiss, in the way he worshipped her body.
Silas didn’t stop there. He kissed her thighs, slowly, deliberately, his hands following the path of his lips. Kyra moaned again, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. His touch was electrifying, a mixture of tenderness and desire that left her feeling weak and wanting more.
When he turned her gently, his lips found her back, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses from her shoulders down to her waist. Kyra shivered under his touch, her mind hazy with the pleasure he was giving her. It was as if he was trying to memorize every part of her, every curve, every detail.