SILAS POV
With the blindfold on, everything became louder.
Not sound, feeling.
Every breath she took against my skin felt amplified, like my body had forgotten how to filter sensation. Touch didn’t just register; it echoed. My pulse roared in my ears, my skin felt too tight, too aware, like my soul had been peeled closer to the surface.
At one point, I genuinely thought my body had separated from my soul.
When I came, my vision filled with black dots even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. My knees went weak, my chest burned, and I had to clutch the sheets just to stay anchored.
This—this was something else entirely.
Being claimed and marked by Helena—by the woman I loved, the mother of my children, the only woman I had ever truly seen—felt like stepping into another plane of exist
