She climbed off him and moved to straddle Damon instead.
"Your turn," she said, and lowered herself onto him with the same deliberate slowness.
Damon's jaw clenched. His hands clenched. But he stayed still as she rode him with that same measured pace, maintaining absolute control.
She could feel him wanting to move, wanting to thrust, wanting to take over. But her authority held him in place.
Eve shifted her weight, changing the angle so each thrust hit her g-spot, building pleasure for herself. She wasn't rushing. Wasn't trying to give them satisfaction. This was about her taking what she needed while they surrendered completely.
When the first orgasm rolled through her, it was intense and satisfying and entirely on her terms.
She climbed off Damon and moved to Silas.
"Your turn," she said, and he looked like he was barely holding on.
Eve lowered herself onto him with the same control, the same measured pace. Silas's entire body went rigid.
