Eve's hands moved to obey before her brain had fully processed the command. She pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, shimmied out of her pants and underwear until she stood completely bare before him.
Silas's eyes tracked over her body with such raw hunger that Eve felt exposed and desired in equal measure.
"On the bed," he said. "Hands and knees. Ass up."
Eve climbed onto the mattress with trembling limbs and positioned herself the way he'd ordered. She felt incredibly vulnerable like this, completely exposed, unable to see what he was doing behind her.
She heard the rustle of clothing as Silas undressed, heard Damon and Damian moving around the room. Then Silas's hands were on her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.
"Do you know how many times I've imagined this?" Silas said, his voice rough with barely restrained need. "How many nights I've lain in bed listening to you breathe and wanted to wake you up by fucking you senseless?"
Eve whimpered.
