Damon claimed her other breast, his technique different....rougher, using his teeth to scrape and bite in ways that made Eve's hips lift off the bed.
"Please," she breathed.
"Not yet," Silas said. He was kneeling between her legs, his hands stroking her thighs. "We're taking our time with you tonight."
His fingers slid through her folds, exploring, teasing. He circled her clit with maddening lightness, never quite giving her the pressure she needed.
"Silas...."
"Shh. Feel it. Don't rush it."
Damian's mouth moved from her breast to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hand replaced his mouth on her nipple, rolling and pinching until Eve was squirming.
Silas slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that made her gasp. His thumb continued its torturous circles on her clit.
"You're so wet," Silas murmured. "So ready for us. But we're going to make you wait."
