Silas felt a shiver crawl up his spine as Daria's fingers tangled in his dark locks, his own hands holding her in place. One around her hip, pinning her to the bed, his other free hand moving up to tangle in the delicate locks of her hair. "You're beautiful," he whispered against her lips, his teeth gently grazing on her bottom lip, not wanting to hurt her, but desperate for more. More of her taste, her voice, anything that she was willing to give him, he wanted.