The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 – Ryan Comes Home

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Ryan returned home long after sunset, his muscles heavy from a day loaded with tension. The confrontation with his mother replayed in fragments, her accusations, her disbelief, the shock in her eyes when he said he loved Eve. The meeting afterward had been draining, a blur of voices and agendas that meant nothing to him now.

His mind was full, but his heart… his heart had found its anchor.

The moment he stepped through the door, he stopped.

A warm, savory aroma curled through the house, garlic, butter, rosemary, something rich simmering low and comforting. His chest tightened instantly. He hadn’t realized how desperately he had missed this. Missed coming home to something alive, something warm, something… hers.

It had been months since this house had felt like a home.

Eve stood at the dining table as if she had always belonged there, soft hair tied loosely, sleeves rolled up, a gentle glow rising from the stove behind her. She looked up the moment she sensed him, her eyes lifting to his.

And he saw her.

Really saw her.

Not the wife he had mistreated.

Not the woman who ran.

Not the stranger who came back.

But the woman who had always been his center, even when he pretended she wasn’t.

Her bump was soft and small beneath her dress, just visible. And something inside him, deep, primal, and tender, clenched painfully,

His family.

His second chance.

His greatest regret.

His greatest wish.

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She walked toward him with that familiar quiet grace. “Dinner is ready,” she said softly.

Her voice.

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Her presence.

Her body in his home again.

Something broke loose in him.

Not patience.

Not control.

Something older.

Something belonging to the man he had been before he had been taught to guard love like a

wound.

“Ryan?” she asked, a hint of worry crossing her face as she reached for him.

But he moved before words could settle.

He reached her in two long strides, his hand sliding behind her waist, pulling her against him, firm, claiming, reverent. Her breath hitched; her eyes widened.

He didn’t speak.

He simply looked at her, really looked, the way he never had back then. As if memorizing every line, every shadow, every breath.

Eve’s lips parted in surprise, and in invitation.

Her fingers grazed his chest, light at first, then firmer as they curled into the fabric of his shirt. And there, in the tiny pause where uncertainty could have existed, was instead recogniti on. Not of the past, not of the pain, but of something that had always burned underneath.

Her heart beat fast,

His pulse thundered.

The space between them dissolved.

He kissed her, not tentative, not searching, but with the hunger of someone who had been starving and was only now realizing the depth of his hunger.

This was not the cold, restrained man she had once known.

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This was the version of him that had always been buried, the one who had wanted her but

had been too wounded to admit it.

Eve’s laughter erupted from her throat like a dare, wild and uninhibited. She barely made it to the couch before his powerful hands were on her, fingers digging hungrily into the soft flesh of her hips as he pushed her backwards with an urgency that made her gasp.

Every cell in Ryan’s body vibrated with primal hunger, this wasn’t poetry or romance; this was raw animal need, hot and devastatingly real.

His c**k hardened instantly against the confines of his pants as he pressed against her. Ryan needed to consume her completely, to fill her wet, waiting mouth with the taste of him, to press her so hard against the cushions that she’d have every inch of his body imprinted on her skin, making her remember his touch with every breath she took.

With one swift, violent motion, he knocked the bowl of salad off the coffee table. The ceramic plate shattered against the floor, greens and ripe, red tomatoes splattering across the pristine carpet. He felt her lips curve into a wicked grin against his jaw as his mouth found the sensitive pulse point on her neck.

The sound of her racing heartbeat, a wet and eager slip beneath her skin, shot straight to his groin, making him throb with anticipation.

“You wanted me to eat dinner,” he growled against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine, “but I need to devour you first.”

His hand slid beneath her skirt, finding the damp heat between her thighs. “And you’re already wet for me,” he added with satisfaction, making Eve blush crimson with desire.

Ryan pulled her against his hard body and claimed her mouth with a savage kiss. The frustrations from his office meeting evaporated instantly, nothing existed beyond the slick heat of her tongue against his and the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

He maneuvered her backward until her spine pressed against the wall. Breaking the kiss, he captured her wrists in one powerful hand and pinned them above her head. His eyes devoured her, flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils dilated with unmistakable hunger. A knowing smirk curved his mouth.

“I should take you gently tonight,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rumble against her ear, “but we both know that’s not what you’re craving, is it?”

She shook her head, a small whimper escaping her throat. The way his dominance liquefied her core was shameful and irresistible, a secret she’d never confess aloud, but one her body betrayed with every trembling breath.

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“You’ve always been soaked for me when I take control,” he taunted, recalling how her p***y had clenched around him during their roughest encounters. The memory made his c**k throb painfully against his zipper. “Tell me you want it hard.”

His teeth grazed the sensitive junction where her neck met her shoulder before he bit down, not enough to break skin, but with sufficient pressure to make her cry out. Her moan vibrated against his lips as he soothed the mark with his tongue.

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