Something shifted inside Damon at those words.
He'd spent so much time being the one who was strong for others. The one who held things together. The one who made sure everyone else was okay.
And the thought of being allowed to not be that for a moment, to just be broken and vulnerable and cared for....was almost overwhelming.
"Can I ask you for something?" Damon said quietly.
"Anything."
"Can you take control? Not...not in a gentle way. I need to feel you claiming me instead of me claiming you. Need to know that someone else can be in charge for a while."
Eve's expression shifted to something darker, more intense.
"Yes," she said.
She repositioned him on his back.
"Don't move," she ordered. "Don't do anything unless I tell you to. Understood?"
"Understood," Damon said, and felt something inside him release at the simple act of letting someone else decide what happened.
