POV: Damian
The third day started with Eve already wet.
Damian woke to find her touching herself in the darkness before dawn, her hand moving between her legs, her breathing shallow.
He stayed still, watching, letting her have this moment of self-discovery. Letting her seek pleasure without his direction.
When she was close to coming, he moved.
His hand replaced hers, and Eve's eyes flew open.
"I was...." she started.
"I know," Damian said. "I was watching. Didn't want to interrupt. But now I'm claiming this. This pleasure. This moment as mine."
He worked her toward orgasm with skilled precision, his other hand pinning her to the bed.
Eve came with a muffled cry, her body convulsing.
Ours, Kane said with absolute certainty. Everything about her is ours.
For the first time, the possessiveness didn't feel obsessive. Just true.
***
In the studio, Damian wanted something more extreme.
