The threat should have scared her. Instead, it sent another jolt of arousal through her system.
What was wrong with her?
Damian pulled back just enough to keep her on the edge without pushing her over. His fingers replaced his mouth, sliding inside her while his thumb worked her c**t in slow circles.
"You taste sweet," he said, his gray eyes meeting hers. "Addictive. I could do this for hours."
"Please don't," Eve gasped. "Please, I can't take hours of this."
"You can," Damon said, his mouth trailing down her stomach. "And you will. Because your pleasure belongs to us now. We decide when you get relief. We decide how much. We decide everything."
The power dynamic should have terrified her. Should have made her want to run. But something in Eve responded to it....somethi
