But instead of laying her down, Damon sat on the edge and pulled Eve to stand between his legs.
"I'm going to worship you properly," Damon said, his hands sliding up her thighs. "Going to taste every inch of you until you forget about vampire politics and Conclave sessions and everything except how good I can make you feel."
His mouth found her hip, biting gently, and Eve's hands flew to his shoulders for balance.
Damon kissed his way across her stomach, up her ribs, finding her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping, and Eve gasped.
"So responsive," Damon murmured. "Every touch makes you tremble. Makes me wonder how many times I can make you fall apart before you pass out again."
"Last night was six...."
"I know. I'm aiming for seven."
Before Eve could protest that she couldn't possibly take seven orgasms, Damon's hand slid between her legs and found her already wet.
