Her legs wrapped around his hips, nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers drove her mad, the pleasure so sharp it was almost painful.
His free hand tangled in her hair, tuguring just enough to tip her head back, exposing her throat.
"I'd love nothing more than to have you screaming my name, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough. "But I'll settle for seeing you fall apart in front of me."
"Oh, please." Evelina gritted her teeth, her pulse racing, her body wound so tight she felt like she might burst. "You can't break me that easily."
"We'll see about that."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Your Highness."
"I'm not."
"Then prove it," Evelina challenged.
"With pleasure."
Damian's eyes darkened, and then—
He picked up the pace.
Fingers pumping into her, harder, faster, his thumb pressing against her clit in a way that made her whole body tremble.
