Silas looked at her for a long moment, something fierce and possessive rising in his chest.
"He only comes out for you," he said.
Eve's breath caught.
He kissed her throat...slowly, feeling her pulse jump against his lips. Her hands came up to his shoulders and helding on.
"Silas," she breathed.
"Still here," he murmured against her skin.
He worked his way down slowly....her neck, the hollow of her throat, her collarbone....taking his time because he finally had time again.
Eve arched slightly beneath him, and he felt the movement all through his body.
"You're doing that on purpose," she said, her voice already going breathless.
"Yes," Silas confirmed.
She made a sound that was half frustration, half want, and Silas smiled against her skin.
He lifted his head and looked at her properly. Flushed, hair spread across his pillow like dark silk, eyes heavy-lidded and fully present.
