The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 In His Touch

Ryan held Eve close on the couch, his arms a steady fortress around her fragile form. The dim light of the

living room lamp cast soft shadows over them, highlighting the exhaustion etched into her features.

She had poured out her weariness, the battles with those who sought to wound her, and he had absorbed

every word like a vow to shield her forever. Now, as she nestled against his chest, her breath evening out

in the safety of his embrace, Ryan felt a profound tenderness swell within him.

He tilted her chin up gently with his fingers, his thumb brushing her lower lip. Her eyes, still shadowed by

fatigue, met his with a quiet trust that made his heart ache. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers again,

this time lingering, tasting the salt of unspoken tears on her skin. The kiss started soft, a murmur of

reassurance, but deepened as she responded, her hand sliding up to grip his shirt.

Eve sighed into his mouth, her body relaxing further against him. Ryan’s hand at the back of her head threaded through her hair, massaging her scalp in slow circles, easing the tension that knotted there. He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “Let me take care of you, tonight. Let me show you

how much you mean to me.”

She nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as they worked at the buttons of his shirt. Ryan helped her, shrugging the fabric off his shoulders to reveal the broad planes of his chest. Eve’s gaze traced his chest, her touch light as she ran her palms over his skin, feeling the warmth and strength beneath. He captured her hands, kissing each knuckle before guiding them back to explore.

With deliberate care, Ryan reached for the hem of her blouse, his eyes locked on hers for permission. She lifted her arms, allowing him to peel the soft material away, exposing the lace bra that cupped her breasts. He traced the edge with his fingertips, reverent, before unhooking it and letting it fall aside. Her n*****S hardened in the cool air, and he cupped her breasts gently, thumbs circling the peaks until she arched into

his touch with a soft gasp.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one n****e into his mouth. He sucked lightly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, while his hand kneaded the other breast. Eve’s fingers dug into his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure rippled through her tired body. She had fought so hard, endured so much, and now this simple act of worship from her husband felt like balm to her soul.

Ryan lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between them, sucking and licking until her breaths came in shallow pants. He trailed kisses down her sternum, over her ribs, her tiny baby bump, to the waistband of her skirt. His hands worked the zipper open, sliding the fabric down her hips along with her panties, leaving her bare before him on the couch. Eve shifted to help, her legs parting slightly as he knelt between them, his broad shoulders nudging her thighs wider.

He looked up at her, eyes dark with love and desire. “I want to taste you,” he said, voice husky. Eve nodded, her cheeks flushing as she leaned back against the cushions. Ryan’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to the edge. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then another higher, until his mouth found her p***y. His tongue parted her folds, lapping at her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes.

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Eve moaned, her head falling back as pleasure sparked to life. Ryan’s tongue delved deeper, circling her

clit before sucking it gently between his lips. He hummed against her, the vibration sending shivers through her core. One hand slid up to join his mouth, a finger slipping inside her wetness, curling to stroke that spot that made her gasp. He added a second finger, pumping slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue on her clit.

“Ryan… oh, God,” she whispered, her hips bucking lightly. He held her steady, devoted to her pleasure, licking and sucking until her thighs trembled around his head. Eve’s hands clutched the couch cushions, her body coiling tighter with each pass of his tongue. When she came, it was with a soft cry, her p***y clenching around his fingers as waves of release washed over her. Ryan didn’t stop, drawing out her

orgasm with gentle laps until she tugged at his hair, oversensitive.

He rose then, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze never leaving hers. Eve reached for him, pulling him down for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. Her hands fumbled with his belt, urgency building despite the sweetness of the moment. Ryan stood briefly to shove his pants and boxers down, his c**k springing free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Eve wrapped her hand around him, stroking from base to tip, feeling him throb in her grip. Ryan groaned, his hands bracing on the couch back as she pumped him slowly. “Eve,” he breathed, “I need you.” She guided him between her legs, rubbing the head of his c**k against her slick entrance.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight heat of her p***y enveloping him. Eve’s nails bit into his shoulders as he filled her, stretching her deliciously. When he was fully seated, he paused, forehead resting against hers, both of them breathing heavily. “I love you,” he whispered, the words a sacred

promise.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice breaking with emotion. Ryan began to move, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, setting a gentle rhythm. Each thrust was measured, deep, his hips rolling to hit that sweet spot inside her. Eve wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, their

bodies moving in perfect sync.

The couch creaked softly under them as Ryan’s pace quickened just a fraction, his c**k gliding in and out of her wetness with increasing fervor. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, murmuring endearments between thrusts. “You’re mine to protect,” he said, nipping at her earlobe. “Mine to love. Forever.”

Eve’s hands roamed his back, tracing the muscles that flexed with each movement. Pleasure built again, coiling low in her belly as his c**k dragged along her inner walls. She clenched around him, drawing a guttural moan from his throat. Ryan’s hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in

firm circles, heightening her sensations.

Their kisses grew messier, tongues tangling as breaths mingled. Ryan’s thrusts deepened, his balls slapping lightly against her with each plunge. Eve felt the edge approaching, her body tensing. “Come with me,” she pleaded, her voice a whisper against his lips.

He nodded, his own release building, the pressure at the base of his spine tightening. With a few more powerful strokes, Eve shattered, her p***y spasming around his c**k, milking him. Ryan followed seconds

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