Eve woke slowly, her body aching in ways that were both familiar and entirely new.
She remembered Damian's eyes going gold. Remembered the wolf...Kane...taking control. Remembered two hours of the most intense, overwhelming, brutal sex she'd ever experienced.
She should be traumatized. Should be terrified.
Instead, she just felt... thoroughly claimed. And strangely satisfied.
"You're awake," Damian's voice came from beside the bed. He looked wrecked...dark circles under his eyes, guilt written across every feature. "How do you feel?"
"Sore," Eve admitted, sitting up carefully. "Really sore. But....not bad? Just... used."
"I'm so sorry," Damian said immediately, taking her hand. "I couldn't control him.
"He didn't hurt me," Eve said, surprising herself with the truth of it. "It was intense. Overwhelming. But he didn't actually hurt me. Look..." She gestured to her body, where the marks and bruises from this morning were already fading thanks to her healing factor. "I'm fine."
