Chapter 321: Chapter 321: We’re going to have sex

Eve’s breath caught. "Damon....."

"Finish your dessert," he said. His voice had dropped to that low register that made her stomach clench. "And then I’m taking you upstairs."

"We have guests."

"Raphael’s an incubus. He’ll understand. Maya’s probably going to grill Vessa about witch magic for another three hours. They’ll be fine without us." His hand squeezed gently. "And you, my beautiful mate, need to be fed properly. I’ve been patient all day. I’m done being patient."

Eve looked around the table. Everyone was engaged in their own conversations, not paying attention to the two of them at all.

She took one more bite of dessert. Then pushed her plate away. "Okay."

Damon’s smile was pure satisfaction. "Good girl."

He stood, pulling her up with him, and addressed the table. "If you’ll excuse us, Eve needs to rest. It’s been a long day."

Damian’s eyes gleamed with knowing amusement. "I’m sure she does."

Silas just smiled into his wine glass.

Raphael looked between them and laughed outright. "Oh, please. Just say you’re going to have sex. We’re all adults here."

"Fine," Damon said easily. "We’re going to have sex. Probably for several hours. Don’t wait up."

Then, before Eve could die of embarrassment, he swept her up into his arms and headed for the stairs.

Behind them, she heard Maya’s delighted "Oh my GOD" and Raphael’s warm laughter and Vessa’s quiet "Young love."

But Damon was already carrying her up the stairs, his eyes dark with promise, and Eve stopped caring about anything except what was about to happen next.

"Time to feed you properly," Damon said against her ear. "And I’m going to take my time doing it."

Eve’s heart was racing. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Please," she managed.

Damon’s smile was wicked and warm and full of promise.

"Oh, I plan to."

***

Damon kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and set Eve on her feet with deliberate care. The click of the lock turning was loud in the sudden silence.

Eve’s heart was already racing. Her entire body felt hyperaware, every nerve ending tuned to the way Damon was looking at her....like she was something precious and devastating and entirely his.

"I’ve been thinking about this all day," Damon said, circling around her slowly. His fingers trailed across her shoulders as he moved. "Watching you at dinner. Watching you glow. Watching you be so perfectly satisfied and knowing that we did that. That we made you feel that way."

Eve shivered. "Damon...."

"Shh." He stopped behind her, his hands settling on her hips. "I said I was going to feed you properly. That means you don’t talk unless I ask you a question. Understand?"

The command in his voice made heat pool low in her belly. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Alpha."

She felt him smile against her neck. "Good girl."

His hands moved to the zipper at the back of her dress, drawing it down with agonizing slowness. The fabric parted, cool air hitting her heated skin, and then Damon was sliding the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.

Eve stood there in nothing but her underwear, feeling exposed and desired in equal measure.

"Beautiful," Damon murmured. His hands skimmed up her sides, over her ribs, stopping just below her breasts. "Do you know what you do to me? Walking around all day looking like this, smelling like sex and satisfaction, making it impossible to think about anything except getting you alone?"

"I wasn’t trying to...."

His hand came up to cover her mouth gently. "What did I say about talking?"

Eve’s breath hitched.

"That’s what I thought." Damon’s other hand slid down, slipping beneath the lace of her panties, finding her already wet. "Fuck, Eve. You’re soaked. Were you thinking about this during dinner? Thinking about what I was going to do to you?"

She nodded against his palm.

"Show me." He removed his hand from her mouth, his fingers still working between her legs with maddening skill. "Tell me what you were thinking."

"I was thinking...." Eve’s voice broke as his thumb found her clit. "About your hands. About how you always know exactly how to touch me. About how you’re going to make me fall apart."

"Smart girl." Damon’s fingers slid inside her, two at once, and Eve’s knees nearly buckled. "But you’re wrong about one thing. I’m not going to make you fall apart. Not yet. First, I’m going to build you up so slowly that you’re begging for it. Then I’m going to make you come so many times you lose count. And then....only then....am I going to let you fall apart."

He withdrew his fingers and turned her to face him. His eyes were dark, molten with desire, and Eve felt her breath catch at the intensity there.

"On the bed," he ordered. "On your back."

Eve climbed onto the mattress, her whole body trembling with anticipation. Damon stood at the foot of the bed, watching her, and began unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness.

"Spread your legs," he said.

She did.

"Wider."

Eve’s face heated, but she obeyed, letting her thighs fall open completely.

Damon made a low sound of approval. "Perfect. Now touch yourself. Show me what you like."

"Damon...."

"That wasn’t a request." His eyes locked on hers. "Touch yourself. I want to watch."

Eve’s hand slid between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, and she began to circle it slowly. The sensation was good but not enough, not compared to what Damon could do, and he knew it.

"That’s it," he murmured, shrugging out of his shirt. "Keep going. Don’t stop until I tell you to."

He stripped slowly, giving her a show, and Eve’s fingers moved faster as she watched him reveal inch after inch of tanned skin and lean muscle. When he finally pushed his pants down and his cock sprang free, thick and hard and already glistening.....Eve whimpered.

"You want this?" Damon wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly.