FOUR WEEKS INTO THE CONTRACT - MONDAY MORNING
Eve woke to the now-familiar sensation of being filled.
Damian's massive thirteen inches slid into her from behind while she was still half-asleep, his body pressing against her back, his arm locking around her waist to hold her in place.
"Morning," he rumbled against her ear, his voice rough with sleep and arousal.
Eve could only moan in response, her body automatically clenching around him despite the soreness from last night's marathon session. Four weeks of this....of being taken multiple times a day, of having her body used and claimed and owned....and still her treacherous body responded eagerly to their touch.
"She's always so wet in the morning," Damon observed from where he watched, already stroking his own hardening cock. "Even asleep, her body knows what it wants."
"Knows who it belongs to," Silas corrected, moving to kneel in front of Eve. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her face up. "Open."
