Damon didn't wait for permission or discussion. The moment they reached the master bathroom, he had Eve pressed against the cool tile wall, the shower spray creating a curtain of heat around them.
"My turn," he growled against her neck, his hands already roaming possessively over her body. "Damian got to teach you control. Now I get to make you lose it completely."
"Damon...." Eve started, but he silenced her with a bruising kiss.
"No talking," he commanded when he pulled back. "Just feeling. Just take whatever I give you."
His mouth moved down her throat, teeth scraping over her pulse point, tongue soothing the sting. Water sluiced over them both as he continued his descent....over her collarbones, between her breasts, stopping to lavish attention on each nipple until Eve was gasping and arching into him.
"So responsive," Damon murmured against her skin. "Even after Damian fucked you senseless, you still want more. Still need more."
