Silas Thornton considerately wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her against the wall to keep her from sliding down.
His hot, damp breath traveled down from the corner of her mouth, pausing at her collarbone.
Holly Wyatt froze. Her heart suddenly clenched as a hesitant thought surfaced: 'Am I taking advantage of him while he's in this state?!'
'Silas Thornton has just lost all reason right now. Will he even remember this when he comes to his senses?'
'If he does remember, will he regret what he's doing tonight?'
'Will he feel obligated to choose me as his mate just to be responsible?'
'Or maybe...'
Before Holly could finish her thought, she suddenly felt a heat that could almost scorch skin brush across her collarbone.
It was soft, wet, and ticklish, and also felt a little like countless tiny hooks scraping against her skin.
Damn it! Was Silas Thornton licking her collarbone?!
'Why does his tongue have barbs?!'
