"You have no idea," Damian panted, "how many nights I've lain in this bed listening to you breathe and wanted to do exactly this. How many times I've had to leave the room because I couldn't trust myself not to claim you right then regardless of the consequences."
His hand slid between their bodies and found her clit, and the added stimulation made Eve's inner walls clench around him. Damian swore creatively and thrust harder.
"Come for me again," he ordered, his voice ragged. "Come on my cock. Now."
The third orgasm wasn't a wave. It was a detonation. Eve's entire body went rigid as pleasure exploded through her, whiting out thought, stealing breath, reducing her to nothing but sensation. She felt Damian follow her over a heartbeat later, felt him bury himself to the hilt and pulse inside her as he came with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from somewhere deep in his chest.
