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After speaking with her house staff and assuring them that all was well, Camilla pulled Envy into her bedchamber, then wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply until they were both breathless.
“Thank you,” she murmured against his lips. “This is the best gift in the world.”
Envy traced the curve of her face, tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ears, then kissed her nose.
“Your gallery, your memories of your mortal father—I know how important this city is to you. I don’t want you to sacrifice anything to stay at House Envy.”
He glanced around, his gaze pausing on the bed, then the door to the bathing chamber.
“Now we can spend the day here and come home at night.”
“You’re going to come back to Waverly Green too?”
He smiled. “As often as I can.”
“What if I’d like to spend the night here?” she asked, tugging at his lapels.
Envy allowed her to lead him to the bed.
In a move too swift for a human to detect, he had her pi
“I’m sure we can find something tempting about that.”
She smiled, unlacing his trousers. “I’m sure we can.”
When he pushed inside and began those deep, rhythmic thrusts that made her body lose all control, Camilla felt as if they’d truly won it all.
SEVENTY-ONE
THERE’S ONE MORE surprise I might have forgotten to mention yesterday.”
Envy stood beside the studio doors, giving Camilla the chance to enter first.
“This studio is yours whenever you’d like to create here,” he said. “I know you’ve got your father’s studio and the gallery in Waverly Green, but I want you to feel at home here, in House Envy, too.”
Her attention traveled along the candlelit room, pausing on the unrolled canvas lying on the floor, a second sprawled across the mattress he’d had brought in.
The far wall was entirely comprised of windows—he’d had the iron grates replaced with silver, keeping the curling filigree design.
A wooden bookshelf soared the twenty feet to the ceiling and was stocked with rolls of canvases, paintbrushes, pencils, chalks, watercolors, charcoals, sketchbooks, clay, knives, and every possible object she could dream up to use, to create and mold to her heart’s content.
There were gilded mirrors and fruits and other objects if she wished to paint a still life. Chairs and easels and stools. Frames in a thousand different sizes and shapes lay stacked neatly.
“It’s perfect.”
Flowers—gardenias and jasmine and wisteria—spilled out of urns and vases, the scents meant to invoke the good parts of her family’s court.
Envy knew she had a fondness for wisteria, knew she didn’t want to turn her back on her court entirely.
Though she’d made it abundantly clear she didn’t wish to rule. Yet.
There was no telling what the future held—unless they were the divining Seven Sisters with their threads of fate, or the Triple Moon Mirror with its ability to see the past, present, and future, they would need to wait and see what tomorrow brought.
Ayden sent letters weekly, trying to convince her she was needed to balance the five-point star court. With their mother missing and father dead, two courts were without leaders. Three, technically, since Onyx was captive.
Camilla did not want to take up that royal mantle.
Envy would support her in any decision. But now wasn’t the time for worrying about the future. This evening was about them.
Paint buckets in every shade of silver, purple, blue, yellow, white, and green lined the perimeter. Their colors, and the colors found within her favorite flowers.
Candles flickered everywhere.
“Tonight, I have a very special painting pla
Camilla’s silver gaze snapped to his, intrigue igniting in her eyes.
“Oh?” she asked, tone i
As if she hadn’t already figured out exactly what he’d pla
His mouth curved. “Take off your dress.”
The silky gown pooled at her feet.
He admired her nude form, all tantalizing golden skin, hard nipples, and soft curves. She’d taken to wearing lingerie only sometimes now, keeping him constantly guessing what was beneath her clothes. Skin or lace. He liked it all.
Envy jerked his chin toward the mattress and Camilla stepped back, stopping when the backs of her legs brushed against it.
He dipped a finger into the silver paint, then traced the swell of her breast, curled around her peaked nipple, then drew a line down to her navel.
Camilla’s skin pebbled from the cool liquid paint, her breathing turning erratic.
He swirled another finger into a lighter silver paint, then drew his hands up the sides of her thighs. Camilla watched him with a hungry, silent stare. She wanted him to use her body as a canvas. Had wanted it for quite some time. Tonight, they’d both get their wish.
He considered the green paint, then dipped both hands into the one that matched his eyes best. His palms dripped with it, and Camilla let out a little gasp when he clapped both hands to her plush bottom, leaving his mark right where he wanted.
“Sit down, love.”
Camilla’s gaze sparkled. She did as he asked, making sure to slide her body across the canvas he’d laid out on the bed.
He stripped, enjoying the way her pulse ticked faster with each layer he slowly removed. When he kicked his trousers off and his length sprang free, she wet her lips.
She sat up, like she was about to lick him from tip to root, then stuck her hands deep into the silver paint. She tossed a handful of liquid silver at him, laughing as it dripped down his chest, splattering his erection.
“That, my love,” Envy purred, “means war.”
He unleashed his wings, knowing how much she liked them.
Camilla traced the emerald plumage, her touch gentle, stimulating. He almost forgot his plan. Just as his brilliant wife-to-be had plotted. He grabbed a bucket and tossed its contents at her, loving the squeal of delight as she shrieked and jumped back.
She tossed a bucket of hunter-green paint at him, laughing as he swore.
Soon they were both covered in paint, panting and rolling across the canvas. His wings became a mess of wild color.
“Fuck me, now,” she demanded at last, breathless.
“With pleasure.”
He slammed inside her, and they both cursed.
Camilla’s walls clenched around him, milking him as he thrust in and out, the paint erotic as it glided over their skin, their love creating its own masterpiece. Camilla’s nails dug into his shoulders, right between his wings.
She tugged him closer, wrapped her legs around him.
He fucked her hard, their bodies smearing the paint all over in wild strokes.
He slipped a hand between them, playing with her clit until she panted.
They both roared as they came, bucking until each last ounce of pleasure had rocked through them. He knew, without a doubt, that the work below them would be the most prized painting in his collection.
They lay entwined for several long minutes; then Camilla climbed on top of him.
“More.”
He admired her as she rolled her hips, taking him slow and deep as she set the pace. Then he flipped her over, shot them out through the window, then flew up until they were soaring and made love to her among the stars.
At some point, they returned to the studio, rolled around in the paint some more. Camilla demanded he climb on top of her, extend his wings so she could hoist her legs up over them. He did as his princess commanded. Holding her legs straight up, bracing them first against his shoulders, pumping into her hard and fast, their skin clapping in pleasure.