Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 270

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 270: A Passionate Act of Love**

Emma’s fingers danced nervously, a subtle twitch of anticipation as she watched Silas across the room. The sight of him stirred something deep within her, an almost magnetic pull that made her heart race.

She felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and tug at the ribbon that was playfully tied around his waist, a ribbon that somehow seemed to hold the essence of his charm.

He never donned conventional sleepwear, and yet each time she saw him, he managed to astonish her anew with his unique style.

He truly knew how to captivate her senses!

As he made his way toward the bed, each step he took was deliberate, almost mesmerizing. Dark blue vines unfurled from beneath his feet, spiraling and climbing, gradually enveloping the entire room in their embrace.

The leaves unfurled like delicate hands, and small, hidden flowers began to bloom along the twisting stems, adding a touch of magic to the atmosphere.

Silas reached out, his hand brushing against Emma’s cheek with a gentleness that sent shivers down her spine.

“I’m here, Emma,” he murmured, his voice a rich, honeyed timbre that wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

Every word he spoke seemed to weave a spell, enchanting her very soul.

As he spoke, the air around them thickened, transforming into something deeper and more intoxicating—not sweet, but utterly irresistible, seeping into her skin and igniting a warmth that spread through her entire being.

Then, Silas leaned closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt like a reclamation of something that had always belonged to him.

The taste of vines and blossoms lingered on his lips, and with each kiss, he marked her mouth with a quiet intensity, a fire that smoldered beneath the surface.

This kiss was not merely an act of affection; it was a declaration of his feelings, a promise wrapped in tenderness yet infused with an undercurrent of possessiveness.

As if responding to their shared energy, a vine stirred to life, slithering toward Emma’s waist, its tendril teasingly brushing against the hem of her dress.

In a moment that felt both surreal and electric, the last ribbon binding Silas’s modesty came undone, slipping away like smoke.

A thin black robe fell away from his sculpted frame, pooling at his feet.

In that instant, as Silas leaned into her, Emma felt her entire world tilt, as if she were no longer lying on a bed but rather falling into a bottomless, tender trap woven from deep-blue vines and delicate petals.

Silas chose silence, allowing his actions to convey the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

His kisses fell like soft rain, one after another, endless and fine…

The vines around them seemed to resonate with their passion, swaying slowly and languidly, creating a rhythm that intertwined and held them captive.

They climbed up the bedposts and across the ceiling, sealing this intimate world away from the chaos outside.

Every now and then, a leaf brushed against her bare skin, its chill a fleeting whisper that sent a shiver racing through her, awakening something deep within.

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