Chapter 376: Chapter 376: Keep riding me. Keep touching yourself

But instead of laying her down, Damon sat on the edge and pulled Eve to stand between his legs.

"I’m going to worship you properly," Damon said, his hands sliding up her thighs. "Going to taste every inch of you until you forget about vampire politics and Conclave sessions and everything except how good I can make you feel."

His mouth found her hip, biting gently, and Eve’s hands flew to his shoulders for balance.

Damon kissed his way across her stomach, up her ribs, finding her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping, and Eve gasped.

"So responsive," Damon murmured. "Every touch makes you tremble. Makes me wonder how many times I can make you fall apart before you pass out again."

"Last night was six...."

"I know. I’m aiming for seven."

Before Eve could protest that she couldn’t possibly take seven orgasms, Damon’s hand slid between her legs and found her already wet.

"Seems like your body disagrees with your protest," Damon said with satisfaction. "Let’s see how many you can actually handle."

He pulled her down into his lap so she straddled him, and Eve felt his cock press against her entrance.

"Ride me," Damon ordered. "Take your pleasure. Set the pace."

Eve sank down slowly, and from this angle Damon was perfectly deep. She started moving, rolling her hips, finding a rhythm that felt good.

Damon’s hands settled on her waist, guiding but not controlling. "That’s it. Use me. Take what you need."

His mouth found her breast again, sucking her nipple while she rode him. The dual stimulation built pleasure fast.

"Touch yourself," Damon said. "I want to feel you come around me."

Eve’s hand slid between them, finding her clit. The added sensation made her rhythm falter.

"Don’t stop," Damon encouraged. "Keep riding me. Keep touching yourself. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart."

Eve’s pace increased, chasing the building pressure. When the first orgasm hit, it rolled through her in waves....intense but manageable.

"One," Damon said with satisfaction. "Six more to go."

He repositioned her....bent over the bed with her legs spread wide.

"The Standing Wheelbarrow," Damon explained, lifting her hips so her feet left the ground. "I control everything from here."

He pushed back inside and set a brutal pace. From this angle, with Eve’s weight supported entirely by his grip on her hips and the bed beneath her torso, Damon had devastating leverage.

Each thrust went impossibly deep, hitting her g-spot with punishing accuracy.

"This is what you deserve," Damon said, his pace relentless. "After commanding the Conclave. After standing up to Corvus. After being magnificent. You deserve to be worshipped."

Eve couldn’t form words. Could only hold on to the bed and take what he was giving her.

Damon’s hand came around to find her clit, and the added stimulation pushed her toward another peak fast.

"Two," she gasped. "Coming again...."

"Good. Give it to me."

The second orgasm tore through her with more force than the first. Eve screamed into the bedding, her whole body convulsing.

Damon pulled out and flipped her over before she’d recovered.

The next position was called the Butterfly.

Eve on her back at the edge of the bed, one leg hooked over Damon’s shoulder, the other flat on the mattress.

From this angle, Damon’s thrusts hit entirely different spots. Eve felt split open, completely exposed, utterly at his mercy. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"You look incredible like this," Damon said, his pace steady and devastating. "Thoroughly fucked. Completely mine. So perfect."

His thumb found her clit again, and Eve whimpered at the oversensitivity.

"Three," Damon announced when she came again, softer this time but still intense.

They continued through positions Eve had never heard of.

The Pretzel....folded nearly in half, legs over Damon’s shoulders.

The Scissors....bodies perpendicular, creating unique friction.

The Bridge....Eve on her back with her hips elevated while Damon thrust down.

Each position brought new sensations, new angles, new ways for Damon to push her toward climax.

By the time she hit six orgasms, Eve was sobbing and shaking and convinced she couldn’t possibly take more.

"One more," Damon said gently. "Just one more, love. Give me seven."

"Can’t," Eve whimpered. "Too much...."

"You can. I’ll help you."

He positioned her in the Lotus....sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, bodies pressed completely together.

"This is my favorite," Damon said, pushing inside slowly. "Because I can hold you. Kiss you. Feel every tremble."

He started moving with slow, deliberate thrusts. Not trying to force her over the edge, just building gradually.

His hand slid between them, finding her abused clit. Eve hissed at the sensitivity, but Damon’s touch was feather-light, just enough to create sensation without pain.

"I love you," Damon said, his eyes locked on hers. "Love your strength. Love your authority. Love watching you command entire political bodies and then surrender to me completely."

The combination of his words and his gentle touch and the intimate position pushed Eve toward one final peak.

When the seventh orgasm hit, it was different....softer, deeper, rolling through her in endless waves. Eve felt tears stream down her face from the emotional weight of it.

Damon followed immediately, and they held each other as the pleasure faded into perfect contentment.

"Seven," Damon said eventually, pride clear in his voice. "You gave me seven."

Eve couldn’t form words. Just held on to him and let herself feel completely cherished.

Later, after they’d cleaned up and were sprawled across the bed in comfortable exhaustion, Eve felt complete.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For reminding me that I’m not just Queen. Not just Luna. I’m also just Eve. Your mate. And that’s enough."

"It’s more than enough," Damon said, pulling her close. "It’s everything."

***

The message arrived during breakfast.

An emergency petition from the Eastern faction...old guard vampires who’d been quietly resisting reform implementation. They were demanding an immediate Conclave review of "overreaching Queen authority" and requesting that the council reconsider recent decisions that had "compromised faction autonomy."

In other words, they were testing her again.