Free Web NovelChapter 190: Chapter 189: Feeding and Renewal
The meeting with Seraphine had been a success, but Eve felt hollowed out....drained not just from the political maneuvering but from the accumulated weight of everything. Her mothers’s death and the constant vigilance against threats. The pressure of being assessed by ancient, powerful beings who held her future in their hands.
She needed....
She needed to not think for a while. To not be the Luna, the heir, the strategist. To just be Eve, held and wanted and safe.
And her body needed something else entirely.
The hunger had been building for days....pushed aside in favor of more urgent concerns, manageable but present, a constant low-level ache that was getting harder to ignore. She could feel it humming beneath her skin, her power reserves slowly depleting despite the emotional intensity of recent days.
She needed to feed.
Damon noticed first, the way he always did. His connection to her through the bond made him exquisitely attuned to her needs, her moods, the subtle shifts in her energy that signaled hunger.
"Bath," he said simply, catching her hand as they entered the master bedroom. "Let me take care of you."
Eve nodded, too tired to protest or deflect, following him into the massive bathroom where he immediately moved to the tub and began running water. He added salts and oils with practiced ease....the ones that helped with soreness, with tension, with the accumulated stress that lived in muscles and refused to release.
"Undress," Damon said, his voice carrying that quality that wasn’t quite a command but made her body respond anyway.
Eve stripped mechanically, her hands fumbling slightly with buttons and zippers, exhaustion making her clumsy. Damon watched with eyes that tracked every revealed inch of skin, his expression intense but patient.
When she was finally naked, he guided her into the tub with careful hands, settling her into water that was almost too hot but felt perfect against her aching muscles.
"Lean back," Damon instructed. "Let me do everything."
Eve leaned back against the tub’s edge and closed her eyes, letting herself float, letting Damon’s hands begin the process of washing away the day.
He started with her hair....gentle fingers working shampoo through the strands, massaging her scalp with a thoroughness that made her almost moan. Then her shoulders, her back, working the tension from muscles that had been tight for days.
His hands moved lower, washing her arms, her stomach, each touch deliberately thorough, deliberately attentive.
When his hands moved between her thighs, Eve’s eyes opened.
"Spread your legs," Damon said, his voice rougher now, carrying an edge that had nothing to do with washing and everything to do with something else entirely. "Open up for me, baby."
Eve’s breath caught, but she spread her legs, the water making her movements fluid, easy.
Damon’s hand slid between her thighs with devastating purpose, his fingers finding her with the kind of precision that came from intimate knowledge. When he slipped two fingers inside her, Eve nearly screamed....the sensation sharp and perfect and exactly what her body had been craving without her fully realizing it.
"That’s it," Damon murmured, his free hand gripping her hip to hold her steady. "Feel that? Your body knows what it needs. You’ve been ignoring this hunger too long."
His fingers moved in a rhythm that was calculated to destroy her...in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot inside, his thumb finding her clit and working it in steady circles that made her vision blur.
Eve arched her back, her hands gripping the sides of the tub, water sloshing as her body responded to his touch with desperate intensity. The succubus hunger roared to life, finally given permission to surface, and she felt herself begin to feed...drawing energy from Damon through the pleasure, through the connection, through the mate bond that pulsed hot and alive between them.
"Look at you," Damon said, his voice full of satisfaction and desire. "So beautiful when you let go. When you stop thinking and just feel."
He worked her higher, his fingers relentless, his touch exactly what she needed. When the first orgasm hit, Eve cried out....sharp and desperate....her body convulsing around his fingers, her succubus nature pulling energy from him in a rush that made her skin begin to glow faintly.
But Damon didn’t stop.
He kept going, kept working her through the aftershocks and straight into building toward another. His fingers never slowed, his thumb maintained that perfect pressure, and Eve was drowning in sensation, in pleasure, in the feeling of being thoroughly, completely attended to.
The second orgasm crashed through her harder than the first...her entire body going rigid, her voice breaking on a scream that echoed off the bathroom tiles. More energy flooded into her, more of that desperate hunger beginning to ease.
But not enough. Not nearly enough.
Damon finally withdrew his fingers and stood, already stripping off his clothes with efficient movements. His cock was hard and ready, and the look in his green eyes was pure predatory satisfaction.
"Up," he commanded, offering his hand.
Eve took it on shaking legs, letting him guide her out of the tub. Water streamed off her body, but Damon didn’t bother with towels. He simply gripped her hips and lifted her...his strength making it effortless....and positioned her over his cock.
Then he slammed her down onto him in one brutal thrust.
Eve screamed. ƒrēewebnovel.com
The sensation of being filled so completely, so suddenly, after the teasing preparation of his fingers...it was overwhelming. Perfect. Exactly what her body needed.
Damon didn’t give her time to adjust. His hands on her hips began moving her, lifting and dropping her onto his cock with a force that made her see stars. Each thrust hit deep, hit hard, hit perfect.
"Take it," Damon growled against her throat. "Take everything I give you. Feed from me. You need this, Eve. Your body is starving and I’m going to fill you until you can’t think of anything else."
Eve could only hold on, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body submitting completely to his control. The feeding was intense now...energy pouring into her with each thrust, with each moment of pleasure, filling the depleted reserves that had been quietly draining for days.
She was glowing properly now....green light pulsing from her skin in rhythm with her heartbeat, with Damon’s movements, with the mate bond singing between them.
