"Yes."
"Then make yourself come first. I want to watch you fall apart before I even touch you."
Eve's fingers worked faster, her hips lifting into her own touch. It felt vulnerable and exposing and incredibly hot to have him watching her like this, and the combination pushed her closer to the edge faster than she expected.
"That's it," Damon said, his voice rough. "You're so close. I can see it. Come for me, Eve. Right now."
The orgasm hit her in a rush, pleasure spiking through her core, and Eve cried out as her body clenched and released. Before the aftershocks had even faded, Damon was on the bed, pulling her hand away, pinning her wrists above her head.
"My turn," he said.
Then his mouth was on her, and Eve's back arched off the bed.
Damon didn't tease. Didn't build slowly. He devoured her like a man starving, his tongue working her clit with ruthless precision, and within minutes Eve was climbing toward another peak.
"Too much," she gasped. "Damon, I can't...."
