Eve woke at 2:47 AM with hunger burning through her veins.
Not the gentle awareness that she needed to feed soon. Not the manageable sensation that could wait until morning. This was immediate, consuming, the kind of hunger that pulled her from sleep with her succubus nature already reaching, already seeking, already demanding.
She was moving before she was fully conscious.
The mate bond guided her instinctively toward the nearest available source.....Damon, sleeping on his back beside her, his breathing deep and even. Eve's hands found his boxers in the darkness and pulled them down with sleepy, single-minded efficiency. She climbed over him, positioned herself, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
The moan that escaped her was pure relief.
