Page 83 of Envy

“Fuck, Evie,” Silas pants, his cock twitching as I press my body against his.

“What do you say about eating in?”

His palms trail down my back, brushing over the curves of my ass as he licks his lips, the sight alone sending a pulse of heat straight to my core. I bite my lip, craving the feel of his hands on my body, of his mouth and lips and tongue worshiping me.

As if reading my thoughts, his hand cups my pussy through the fabric of my dress.

“Are you asking me to eat this sweet pussy of yours, little fox?”

“Yes,” I breathe, nipples pebbling as his pupils dilate. It’s only been hours since he was last between my thighs, but I want more. God, I hope this never ends—this incessant yearning for him. For the serpent who’s stolen my heart and made it his own. “Once we get back.”

Silas groans, throwing his head back as if the thought of having to wait is torture.

“You’re going to feel my cock pressing into your back the whole ride home,” he purrs, practically dragging me toward his bike.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I grin, arching my back and leaning forward as he starts the engine.

“Christ,” Silas curses, gripping my waist and dragging my ass against his hard length. “Keep doing that and I’m going to fuck you here, Evie. Fill this tight hole up with my cum as you scream my name.”

“Promise?” I ask, my voice breathy.

A rumbling growl is his only response as Silas guides us through the streets, heading for the winding canyon road that will take us home.

Home.

For the first time in my life, I’ve found a home. Not the house Silas and I live in, or the sheets we sleep on, but us. Him. We may be a little fucked up, but the splintered pieces of our lives match, clicking together like a twisted puzzle.

“I hope you’re ready, baby.” Silas angles his bike left, heading down the driveway toward his studio, to our place of comfort. “Because now that I have you, now that your last excuse for not being mine is gone, I’m never letting you go.”

An elated laugh escapes me as Silas throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass as he races through the door. He’s right. A part of me was still holding back, so scared of being dependent on another person, even if that person was Silas. But now…

Silas tosses me onto the bed, the silk sheets dipping as I sit up.

“So many promises today,” I murmur, sliding over to the edge. He lifts a brow at my ministrations, eyes growing hooded as I let my knees fall open. “I hope you plan on keeping them.”

The look he gives me is feral, all want and hunger and something softer. Deeper. Silas kneels, hiking the hem of my dress up as he spreads my thighs. A low growl hums against my panties as he presses an intimate kiss over the soaked fabric. My head falls back, eyes closing—only for him to pull away.

I blink, finding Silas on one knee between my legs, holding a small box. My eyes widen as he swallows, the dark flecks of his emerald eyes brimming with love and nervous anticipation.

“I love you, Evie,” Silas says, as if him loving me is a fact—a requirement for life. “You are the light in the darkness. The brilliant splash of color illuminating a grey canvas. I vow to worship every inch of your body. To keep your heart safe. To learn and cherish your beautiful fucking mind.”

Tears stream around my smile as he flashes that devilish grin of his.

“You’re mine already, little fox. But I still want my ring on your finger. My name attached to yours.” He opens the black velvet box, revealing a large teardrop diamond surrounded by glimmering emeralds. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I cry, launching into his waiting arms. He slides thering onto my finger, securing our promise, and I think my heart might explode from happiness.

All of the torment, the pain and suffering, the bleakest moments when I couldn’t see a future—I’d do it all again to find him. His lips crash into mine, licking and nipping between smiles. I squeal as his hands trail up my thighs, his mouth grazing the edge of my collarbone as he sets me back on the bed.

“Lay back, my Evie,” Silas purrs, gazing at me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world. “I want to enjoy my first meal as an engaged man. And I’m starving.”