"Even when it's too much?" Damian asked.
"You're never too much. You're exactly enough. Exactly what I need."
Damian kissed her then....slow and deep and completely devoted.
The sex that afternoon was different.
When Damian moved inside her, it wasn't frantic or desperate. It was deliberate. Present. Completely focused on the connection between them rather than the need to claim.
He took his time. Moved slowly. Let sensation build gradually instead of explosively.
Eve responded by being equally present, her hands stroking his back, her eyes locked on his, her entire focus on him and nothing else.
"I love you," Damian said with absolute certainty. "Not because you belong to me. But because you choose to. Every single day, you choose me. And that's worth more than any claim I could make."
Eve's eyes filled with tears. "I do choose you. Will always choose you."
The orgasm that rolled through them was softer but deeper. More emotional than physical.
