Eve woke to sensation.
Not sound. Not light. Just the slow, deliberate slide of something warm and wet between her thighs, and for a fraction of a second her sleep-fogged mind couldn't place it....couldn't understand why her body was already arching into the touch, why heat was pooling low in her belly before she'd even opened her eyes.
Then she felt the grip on her hips. Firm. Possessive. Holding her legs open.
Her eyes flew open.
The pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains was soft and grey, but it was enough to see Damian's dark head between her thighs, enough to watch the way his tongue moved against her in long, luxurious strokes that made her breath catch in her throat.
"Damian..." Her voice came out hoarse. Startled.
