Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 606

Silas's heartfelt confession struck Willow right in the soul. Years of repressed grievances intertwined with profound gratitude, making her choke up. Tears slipped down her cheeks as her shoulders trembled, weeping in silent awe.

Seeing her cry sent a phantom ache through Silas's chest, his heart twisting with protective tenderness. Leaning in, he gently wiped away the moisture at the corners of her eyes, softly kissing the tears off her cheeks. His voice was liquid velvet. "Darling, please don't cry."

The sweet pet name only made Willow feel more emotional. She looked up at him through a veil of tears. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Why do you think?" Silas brushed his thumb lightly against her flushed eyelids. His gaze was deeply romantic and unwavering. "Because you deserve it, of course."

Willow's lips parted. She wanted to say more, to pour out all the chaotic, beautiful thoughts swirling inside her mind.

Before she could utter a sound, Silas's smile faded into something far more intense and predatory. His voice dropped to a husky murmur. "Do you honestly think I have the focus to listen to you right now?"

Willow blinked in innocent confusion. "What do you mean?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Silas swooped down and captured her lips, demonstrating exactly what he meant through undeniable physical action.

The kiss was infinitely softer than before, yet laced with an unapologetic dominance.

Their breaths tangled together as Willow melted seamlessly against him.

Driven by instinct, Silas pulled her into his arms, leaning down to claim her lips once more. After harboring his secret devotion for years, finally having the woman of his dreams fully and unconditionally in his embrace made it impossible to let her go for even a second.

They stood in the entryway, lost in a long, lingering kiss as the minutes ticked by. After standing on her tiptoes for so long, a dull ache blossomed in Willow's neck, and she instinctively slumped her weight against him.

Noticing her fatigue, Silas effortlessly scooped her up into his arms. He carried her over to the living room sofa, sitting down and settling her comfortably across his lap. The intimate proximity ignited the spark between them all over again, drawing them into a deeper, more consuming kiss.

He guided her with immense patience, teaching her how to respond with feather-light coaxing.

Mimicking his rhythm, Willow surrendered completely to his embrace. Yet, amid the intoxicating haze, she felt his blatant arousal pressing against her once again. The hard reality of his desire sent a jolt of panic through her. She turned her head slightly, breaking the kiss as her chest heaved. "Are you... is it really difficult for you to hold back?"