Damian nodded, grateful for his brothers' understanding. They could feel his wolf's transformation....from desperate and possessive to satisfied and grounded.
In the studio, Damian set up differently this time.
Instead of a single canvas, he'd arranged three. Large ones. Professional-grade. Ready for whatever he needed to create.
"What's this?" Eve asked, taking in the setup.
"I want to capture you in different states," Damian said. "Multiple paintings. Multiple moments. Building a story across them instead of just one."
He positioned her in the first....reclining on the velvet chaise lounge, completely naked, her marks visible. Her expression serene. This was the satisfied version of her. The claimed version.
Damian began painting, but this time, he didn't wait long before touching her.
By the time he was thirty minutes into the canvas, he was kneeling beside the chaise lounge, his paintbrush set aside, his hands on her skin.
