He started moving, his hips lifting to meet hers, one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. Eve watched in the mirror as he worked her....watched her own face contort with pleasure, watched her body respond despite her exhaustion.
"You're incredible," Damon murmured. "Look at you. Taking everything we give you. Still wanting more."
His fingers on her clit were gentle, circling with barely-there pressure that somehow felt more intense than anything that had come before.
"One more time," Damon whispered. "Give me one more."
Eve didn't think she could. Her body was wrung out, oversensitized, pushed past every limit she thought she had.
But Damon was patient. He worked her slowly, building pleasure in tiny increments, never pushing too hard or too fast.
