Eve's breath caught. "Damon....."
"Finish your dessert," he said. His voice had dropped to that low register that made her stomach clench. "And then I'm taking you upstairs."
"We have guests."
"Raphael's an incubus. He'll understand. Maya's probably going to grill Vessa about witch magic for another three hours. They'll be fine without us." His hand squeezed gently. "And you, my beautiful mate, need to be fed properly. I've been patient all day. I'm done being patient."
Eve looked around the table. Everyone was engaged in their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of them at all.
She took one more bite of dessert. Then pushed her plate away. "Okay."
Damon's smile was pure satisfaction. "Good girl."
He stood, pulling her up with him, and addressed the table. "If you'll excuse us, Eve needs to rest. It's been a long day."
Damian's eyes gleamed with knowing amusement. "I'm sure she does."
Silas just smiled into his wine glass.
