Page 100 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“It’s okay to look. I don’t bite,” he adds, and that makes me open my eyes and roll them.
Evan grins and shrugs. “Fine. Maybe I bite a little, but it’s not like you don’t enjoy it.”
“Get out of here!” I laugh, attempting to push him away. He grabs onto my wrists when my palms hit his chest and keeps my hands there.
“You need to make that sound more often,” he says softly, and I furrow my brows, confused.
“What?”
“Laugh. It’s a fucking melody,” Evan adds, and I blush.
“Maybe you’ll get to experience more of my laughs now that we live together,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
Evan pushes my back onto the mattress, climbing onto the bed, his knees on each side of my body. Our crotches are at the same level, Evan’s dick poking out of his towel. I’m extremely aware of his presence all around me, which is causing my mouth to dry and my senses to overreact.
My eyes are drawn to his lips, and he licks them, leaning closer until he reaches my ear. Every part of me becomes even more sensitive to his touch.
Evan’s voice drops to a whisper. “It’s taking every ounce of strength in me to stop myself from fucking you through this mattress, Angelica,” he confesses, his breath tickling my skin. “I want to bury my cock inside you so fucking deep, you’d struggle to breathe.”
My heart rate picks up, my chest follows the intense beats.I want that—sofuckingbadly.
“Until you beg me to fuck you inourhome, inourbed, I won’t touch you.”
Evan stands to his full height, taking my breath away with him. The dips in the mattress disappear, the warmth of his body instantly missed.
I’m speechless and boneless as I lie on the bed.
He disappears into the closet and comes out holding a garment bag. Handing it to me, he instructs, “Get dressed and meet me in the living room. I have something for you.”
Forty minutes later, I’m dressed in a gorgeous, mid-length, white silk dress, accentuated with lace around the deep neckline. When I first took it out of the bag, I gasped at the beauty of the garment. And when I slipped it on, it fit like a glove. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few minutes before applying some light makeup and lip gloss.
Right before leaving the room, I fluff my diffused curls one last time.
I have no idea what to expect, but I know better than to question Evan. He’s always full of surprises.
I’m not sure if we’re leaving the apartment, so I grab a pair of heels and hold them as I walk to the living room.
Halfway there, I freeze like a deer in headlights. I clutch my chest with my free hand, fingers splayed wide, as I gawk at the incredible display of lush white peonies covering almost every inch of the hallway and living room. Vases full of my favorite flower have been placed on every solid surface.
It feels as though I’m hallucinating. “Wow!” I gasp in a feeble voice.
I continue walking through the path of peonies in the hallway and into the large living space. The fresh, sweet aroma of the flowers fills the room.
Evander faces the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows that overlook Cebrene Heights. The sun is setting, leaving a soft orange glow in the sky, complemented by the many lit candles in the room. The place looks so overwhelmingly beautiful, it’s almost altering the chemistry in my brain.
Evan turns once he hears me and walks over with a small smile, extending a hand to reach mine. I link my fingers with his. His palm is sweaty as if he’s nervous, and his face is full of an emotion I can’t determine.
“You look stunning, Angelica,” he says in a shaky voice. “You always take my breath away.”
My cheeks flush as I smile at him. “What is all this?”
To my surprise, Evan bends on one knee.
“Oh my God!” I drop my high heels to the floor, my hand trembling as I bring it up to my mouth to cover an incoming sob.Is he doing what I think he’s doing?
Evan pulls out a ring. A simple oval cut with the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen on a gold band. It’s stunning and perfectly matches the wedding band I already have on. My heart stills.
“Angelica Hera Kouvalakis, I’ve loved you even before I met you. When I first saw a photo of you, something in your eyes drew me to you, and I knew I had to make you mine forever. It might not have been in the most conventional of ways—but it wasourway. I know you think our marriage is a farce, a plan to take what we deserve. But for me, this isreal. As is my love for you. Please do me the honor of being my wife. Again.” He gives me a sheepish smile.
