Elara’s POV
"You can cook?" I asked.
Silas nodded. "For anyone else? No. But for you? Definitely."
I smiled. "Whatever you make, I’ll like it."
He’s completely lost it, hasn’t he?
I pressed my lips together, then sneakily reached my hand toward him. The second I made contact, I jerked it back.
Silas glanced down, his expression shifting. "Feeling playful?" Before I could respond, he swept up and carried inside.
Scared?
Not a chance. This is that commanding presence. Daddy, discipline ...
As much as I loved it, too much wasn’t exactly good for .
Without that wood power sustaining , would I even be able to stand? I’d have been bedridden ages ago.
Sex was thrilling, but draining.
"Wait," I said. "Weren’t you going to cook?"
Silas arched an eyebrow. "I am. I’m about to start cooking." He was teasing . Watching my flustered face seed to wash away whatever frustration he’d been carrying.
He looked at as if I really was his redy.
"You... I ant real food." I was getting frantic.
I’d just escaped from Finnian’s bed. If Silas pulled into another session, I might actually collapse.
This rabbit.
Such a flirt. Such trouble.
Maybe I should just restrain him and escape...
But then Silas got up to leave, and I just watched him, jaw dropping slightly. I knew how intimidating Silas could get.
He’s really going?
He looked down, tucked the blanket around , and grinned. "Why are you staring at like that, baby? Or were you hoping I’d do sothing?"
I cleared my throat. "No. I’m a pure girl."
With that, I turned over, clutched a pillow, and faked sleep.
So embarrassing.
Silas’s eyes crinkled with amusent as he watched my ears flush red. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Leaning down, he curled around .
"I thought you said..." I started.
He kissed fiercely, stealing my breath like he wanted to consu entirely.
This is it. This is the real Silas. Always surprising .
Silas took my hand and placed it on his abs. Then, making sure I understood his ssage, he stripped off his shirt completely and pressed against , skin to skin.
He was wearing the outfit I’d bought him—the one we didn’t use the first ti. Today, he’d put it on.
"Baby," he whispered, "how do I asure up? Tell . Look at . Are you satisfied?"
I blinked.
How am I supposed to answer when I can barely breathe?
Silas’s eyes were intense, locked on my flushed face. Watching —the one he couldn’t stop obsessing over—he couldn’t help but smile.
He looked at as if he adored , clearly loving how bashful he made .
He’d once said he wanted to make cry. Now it was reversed—I made his heart ache, and on top of that, Finnian had to show up and gloat.
His gaze darkened, and he kissed again, his breath scorching, until my mind went blank.
"Baby," he said softly, "touch my abs. Back at the sanatorium, you used to love staring at them. Go ahead. You can touch my ears if you want."
"Baby, don’t you think my fingers are missing sothing?"
His tone was cunning.
My thoughts were scattered everywhere.
Commanding presence? More like petty presence.
Silas kissed passionately, one hand cradling my neck, the other guiding my hand along his body. "Baby, how about you just stay ho from now on? Don’t go out with them anymore."
I rolled my eyes.
I didn’t even want to go out last night. I was just making a delivery.
"That’s my good baby. You’re mine, and I’m yours." His ears twitched. A slow grin spread across his face.
I could tell he’d noticed Finnian’s presence.
Silas lifted off the bed and sat on the edge, settling sideways on his lap. His torn shirt hung loosely from his shoulders as he straightened up.
He wrapped his arms around , one hand cupping the back of my head, and kissed deeply—all while staring directly at the doorway where Finnian stood.
His gaze was intense, his posture claiming. He was making a point.
He seed to be making a point to Finnian that I, his wife, was consoling him and was right here with him.
——
Finnian stood in the shadows, his expression blank. When their eyes t, a cold smirk pulled at his lips.
"Pathetic. So desperate to prove sothing? Too bad. I’m not that easily baited."
Finnian let his robe slide off his shoulders.
Silas’s eyes went wide. Because Finnian’s body was covered in marks.
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