Sothing shifted inside Damon at those words.
He’d spent so much ti being the one who was strong for others. The one who held things together. The one who made sure everyone else was okay.
And the thought of being allowed to not be that for a mont, to just be broken and vulnerable and cared for....was almost overwhelming.
"Can I ask you for sothing?" Damon said quietly.
"Anything."
"Can you take control? Not...not in a gentle way. I need to feel you claiming instead of claiming you. Need to know that soone else can be in charge for a while."
Eve’s expression shifted to sothing darker, more intense.
"Yes," she said.
She repositioned him on his back.
"Don’t move," she ordered. "Don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Understood?"
"Understood," Damon said, and felt sothing inside him release at the simple act of letting soone else decide what happened.
Eve straddled him, but instead of moving into sex imdiately, she leaned down and bit him. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to mark. Hard enough to claim.
She bit his shoulder. His neck. His chest. Marking him with her teeth, claiming him with her mouth.
Damon lay still, letting her do whatever she wanted, feeling the desperate need for control drain out of him.
When she finally positioned herself over his cock and sank down, it was with absolute authority.
"This is mine," she said, moving slowly, deliberately. "You’re mine. And right now, I’m in control. Not you. Not the weight of responsibility. Just . Just this."
She rode him with deliberate intensity, her pace asured and commanding.
"That’s it," Eve said, her pace increasing. "Let go. Stop being the strong one. Stop holding everything together. Just feel."
Damon did. He let go completely, surrendering to her control, letting her lead him toward pleasure instead of forcing his own pace.
The orgasm that rolled through him was intense and grounding and absolutely therapeutic.
He ca with a hoarse cry.
Later, when they lay tangled together, Eve stroking his hair gently, Damon felt sothing he hadn’t felt in years.
Peace.
Not the exhausting peace of holding everything together. But real, grounded peace that ca from letting go.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"For what?"
"For letting break. For being strong when I couldn’t be. For showing that I don’t have to be perfect all the ti."
"You were never supposed to be perfect," Eve said gently. "You’re allowed to need things. You’re allowed to lean on people. You’re allowed to break."
***
The next morning, Damon felt like he woke up in a different body.
Everything was softer sohow. Lighter. The weight that had pressed down on him for so long had shifted into sothing more manageable.
Eve was still asleep beside him, her hand resting on his chest, her breathing steady and even.
Damon watched her for a long mont, marveling at the simple fact that she was there. That she’d held him through his breakdown. That she hadn’t flinched or pulled away or made him feel weak for needing her.
When she woke, it was slowly, her eyes opening gradually, a small smile crossing her face when she saw him watching her.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hi," Damon replied. "Thank you. For last night."
Eve moved closer, pressing a kiss to his chest right above his heart. "That’s what I’m here for. To be strong when you can’t be. To hold you when you break. To remind you that you’re not alone."
Sothing in Damon’s chest twisted with emotion.
"I don’t know how to do this," he said quietly. "How to let soone take care of . How to not be the one holding everything together."
"Then we’ll figure it out together," Eve said. "And it won’t be perfect. But we’ll learn."
***
They didn’t leave the bed that morning.
Damon had told his brothers that they needed privacy, and they’d responded with understanding imdiately, giving them space, trusting that Eve was taking care of him.
As the morning progressed, Damon found himself wanting to rediscover what sex felt like again.
"Can I ask you for sothing?" he asked as they lay tangled together, sunlight streaming through the windows.
"Anything."
"I want to experience sex like I did last night. Where you’re in control. Where I don’t have to think about anything except feeling." He paused, "But I want it to last longer. Want to really feel it. Want to experience you completely in charge instead of just that one scene."
Eve’s expression shifted to sothing darker, more purposeful. "Yes. Absolutely yes."
She repositioned him carefully, on his back in the center of the bed, completely exposed, completely at her rcy.
"Here’s what’s going to happen," Eve said, her voice taking on that commanding tone that made his wolf whimper with anticipation. "I’m going to spend the entire morning making you feel good. Making you rember exactly why it’s okay to let soone else be in charge. Making you understand that surrender isn’t weakness....it’s trust."
She started by straddling his hips, but she didn’t take him inside imdiately. Instead, she positioned herself so she could grind against him....her wetness coating his length, building arousal without penetration.
Damon’s hands ca up to touch her, but Eve caught his wrists.
"No," she said firmly. "Hands on the mattress. You don’t touch unless I tell you to. Understood?"
"Understood," Damon said, his voice already rough with arousal.
Eve moved slowly, deliberately, the friction building heat between them. She was watching his face, morizing his reactions, noting what made his breath catch, what made his hips try to thrust upward.
"You’re so responsive," Eve said, continuing her slow grind. "So desperate for this. For to be in control."
"Yes," Damon gasped. "God, yes."
Eve moved forward, her breasts inches from his face. "You want to touch ? Want your mouth on ?"
"So badly," Damon admitted. "Please, Eve...."
"Not yet," she said, pulling away. "You have to wait. Have to show you can follow orders."
She climbed off him completely, and Damon felt the loss of contact like a physical ache.
But Eve wasn’t done. She was simply repositioning.
She moved to straddle his face, lowering herself slowly until her pussy was just above his mouth.
"Now you can touch ," she said. "With your mouth. With your tongue. Show how much you want this."
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