Eve woke to the sound of running water.
She blinked sleep from her eyes and registered that she was alone in bed.
Damian and Silas’s sides already cold, aning they’d been up for a while. But Damon’s scent was still fresh in the room, which ant he was close.
The shower.
Eve sat up, listening to the water running in the ensuite bathroom. Steam was already drifting through the partially open door, and she could see Damon’s silhouette through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure.
Sothing hot and needy stirred low in her belly.
She should let him shower in peace. Should get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast. Should be productive.
Instead, Eve found herself sliding out of bed and padding barefoot toward the bathroom.
The steam hit her imdiately, warm and humid, making her skin feel hypersensitive. She stood in the doorway for a mont, just watching.
Damon had his back to her, water cascading over his shoulders and down the defined muscles of his back. His head was tilted back under the spray, one hand braced against the tile wall, and the sight of him...pletely unselfconscious, powerful, absolutely gorgeous.....made Eve’s mouth go dry.
She moved closer. Silent. Predatory in a way her succubus nature encouraged.
When she was close enough to touch the glass, Damon spoke without turning around.
"I can sll you," he said, amusent clear in his voice. "Your arousal. It’s absolutely flooding this room."
Eve felt heat creep up her neck. "I was just...."
"Watching ." Damon turned, and Eve’s breath caught.
Water stread down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abdon, lower to where his cock was already half-hard and growing harder as he looked at her.
"Like what you see?" Damon’s smile was wicked.
"Yes," Eve admitted, not seeing the point in lying.
"Then co here."
It wasn’t a request.
Eve opened the shower door and stepped inside, still wearing the oversized t-shirt she’d slept in. Within seconds the water had soaked through the fabric, making it cling to her curves.
Damon’s eyes tracked over her, dark and hungry. "You’re wearing too many clothes."
"Then take them off ."
Damon gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, tossing the soaked fabric out of the shower. Then Eve was naked, water streaming over her skin, standing close enough to Damon that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Better," Damon murmured. His hand slid into her wet hair, tilting her head back. "Now. What did you co in here for, Eve? What do you want?"
Eve’s eyes dropped to his cock....now fully hard, thick and heavy and already glistening at the tip.
"I want to taste you," she said honestly.
Damon’s pupils dilated. "Then get on your knees."
Eve sank down slowly, the tile cool against her knees despite the hot water streaming around them. She was eye-level with Damon’s cock now, and up close it was even more intimidating...thick enough that her fingers wouldn’t et if she wrapped her hand around it, long enough that she knew she couldn’t take all of him.
But she was going to try.
Eve wrapped both hands around his shaft, and Damon’s breath hissed out.
"Fuck, your hands are so small," he groaned. "Look at you. Can barely hold all of ."
Eve stroked him slowly, learning the weight and heat of him. His cock was hard as steel but the skin was soft, and when she ran her thumb over the head, precum leaked imdiately.
"Taste it," Damon ordered, his voice rough. "Taste ."
Eve leaned forward and licked the tip, tasting salt and musk and sothing uniquely Damon. His hand fisted in her hair....not controlling, just holding on....and the groan that rumbled from his chest made heat spike between her legs.
"More," Damon said. "Open your mouth. Take ."
Eve opened wide and took him in as deep as she could manage. He hit the back of her throat and she still had inches to go, but the stretch of her jaw and the weight of him on her tongue made her feel absolutely filthy in the best way.
"That’s it," Damon encouraged, his hips flexing slightly. "Good girl. Take what you can."
Eve started moving, bobbing her head, using her hands to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Damon’s groans got louder, his grip in her hair tightening.
"You look so fucking perfect like this," Damon said, looking down at her. "On your knees. Mouth full of my cock. Water streaming down your body. Absolutely gorgeous."
Eve moaned around him, and the vibration made Damon curse creatively.
"Do that again."
Eve humd deliberately, and Damon’s hips bucked.
"Fuck. Okay. Stop." Damon pulled her off him with clear effort. "If you keep doing that I’m going to co down your throat, and I have other plans for where I want to finish."
He pulled Eve to her feet and imdiately had her pressed against the shower wall. His mouth claid hers with bruising intensity, one hand gripping her hip while the other slid between her legs.
"Soaked," Damon said with satisfaction, his fingers sliding through her folds. "From sucking my cock. Did you like it? Like being on your knees for ?"
"Yes," Eve gasped.
"Good. Because I loved watching you." His fingers found her clit, circling with practiced precision. "Loved seeing your pretty mouth stretched around . Loved hearing you gag slightly when I hit too deep. Loved knowing my cock is so big you can barely take it."
Eve whimpered as pleasure built fast under his skilled fingers.
"You’re going to co on my hand first," Damon said, adding two fingers inside her while his thumb worked her clit. "Then I’m going to fuck you against this wall so hard you forget your own na. Understand?"
Eve could only nod.
Damon’s fingers moved faster, curling to hit that perfect spot inside her. The dual stimulation....inside and outside, pressure and friction...pushed her toward the edge impossibly fast.
"Co," Damon ordered. "Right now."
The orgasm crashed over her hard and sudden. Eve’s scream echoed off the tile, and her legs nearly gave out. Damon held her up with one arm while continuing to work her with his fingers, drawing out every aftershock.
When it finally faded, Eve was trembling and gasping.
"Perfect," Damon said. Then he gripped her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing. "Wrap your legs around ."
Eve obeyed, and Damon pressed her back against the wall for support. The cold tile against her heated skin made her gasp.
"Ready?" Damon asked, positioning himself at her entrance.
"Yes....."
He slamd inside her.
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