Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Roll over, I want you on all fours again
Eve’s eyes locked on his, and the intimacy of it combined with the brutality of his pace made something shift in the room.
Damian could see his marks on her shoulders, her neck, her breasts. Could see the physical evidence of his claim all over her body.
"Again," he said, increasing his pace. "Come again. Right now."
"I can’t...." Eve started, but Kane’s growl cut her off.
She can, the wolf snarled internally. She will. Because she belongs to us and we decide when she comes.
"Yes you can," Damian said, his voice dropping to something dangerous. "You’re going to come on my cock while I mark every inch of your body. You’re going to remind yourself exactly who owns you."
His hand slid between them, finding her clit, and he worked her with relentless precision while continuing to pound into her.
The second orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Eve’s scream echoed through the studio....raw and broken and absolutely satisfied.
Damian felt her clamp down around him again, and this time he let himself follow her over. The orgasm that tore through him was intense and possessive and absolutely devastating.
He came inside her with enough force that the sensation made Eve gasp, her body still convulsing from her own release.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, both of them breathing hard.
But Damian wasn’t done.
"Roll over," he said, pulling out. "I want you on all fours again."
Eve moved immediately, and this time when he entered her from behind, it was slower. More controlled. More intimate despite the intensity.
This angle let him go deep, impossibly deep, hitting spots that made Eve make sounds he’d never heard before.
"Perfect," Damian murmured, his hand stroking down her spine. "You’re absolutely perfect. My perfect mate. Completely mine."
He increased his pace gradually, building her toward another peak. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts, controlling the rhythm completely.
"How many times are you going to make me come?" Eve gasped.
"As many times as it takes," Damian said. "Until you understand. Until Kane understands. Until we both know you’re completely ours."
She is, Kane said with absolute certainty. She’s accepting our claim. She’s ours.
Damian felt the shift in his wolf, the satisfaction, the settling, the acceptance that Eve was choosing them. Choosing to be marked and claimed and owned completely.
The third orgasm built differently this time....longer, deeper, more emotional than physical. When it crashed over Eve, she was sobbing with the intensity of it.
Damian followed immediately, unable to hold back any longer.
They collapsed together on the drop cloth, completely spent, completely marked, completely claimed.
***
An hour later, after they’d cleaned up and hydrated, Damian positioned Eve for painting again.
But this time, she was marked. Visibly. Unmistakably.
The bite marks on her shoulders. The bruises on her hips. The marks on her inner thighs from his teeth. Everything visible proof of their claiming.
Damian painted her like this....marked and satisfied and completely his.
And as he painted, Kane settled inside him. The wolf’s agitation had transformed into something else. Satisfaction. Certainty. The absolute knowledge that Eve belonged to them and had chosen it willingly.
"This is beautiful," Eve said softly, watching him work.
"You’re beautiful," Damian corrected. "Marked by me. Marked by Kane. Absolutely claimed. That’s what makes you beautiful."
"I like being marked by you," Eve said. "Like knowing that everyone who sees me will know exactly who I belong to."
Damian felt something shift inside him. Something that had been twisted and anxious finally straightening out.
"You’re mine," he said simply. "Mine to protect. Mine to claim. Mine to love. And I’m going to spend the rest of your life making sure you understand exactly how deep that goes."
"Good," Eve said. "That’s exactly what I want."
Damian painted, and with every brushstroke, he felt Kane settle deeper into peace.
This was what they needed. Not restriction. Not control that wasn’t consensual.
Just complete and utter ownership of someone who wanted to be owned. Someone who chose them every single day.
***
By sunset, Damian had created three paintings of Eve.
As Eve dressed to go back to their shared bedroom, Damian pulled her close.
"Thank you," he said against her hair.
"For what?"
"For understanding what I needed. For giving me this day. For letting me claim you completely without pushing back or making me feel crazy."
"You’re not crazy," Eve said. "You’re just in love. And Kane is just protective. That’s not crazy....that’s natural."
Damian held her tighter. "I love you so much it terrifies me."
"I know," Eve said. "I love you too. And I’m not going anywhere."
For the first time in weeks, Damian felt Kane settle into true peace.
She was theirs. Completely. Willingly.
And that was enough.
***
Eve woke the second morning of their dedicated week wearing his marks like a second skin.
Damian had spent the night possessively tracing each one, bites on her shoulders, the fingerprint bruises on her hips, the marks along her inner thighs. Proof. Evidence. Ownership.
Kane purred with satisfaction deep in his chest.
She’s ours, the wolf repeated, a refrain that had become less obsessive and more grounded.
"Good morning," Eve said, stretching and wincing slightly. Every movement reminded her of yesterday....of being claimed repeatedly, of surrendering to his intensity, of choosing him again and again.
"Sore?" Damian asked, concern flickering across his face.
"Perfect sore," Eve clarified. "The kind that means you loved me thoroughly. I like it."
Damian felt something inside him settle even further. His possessiveness was becoming less about fear and more about simple, grounded certainty.
She was his. Willingly. And that was enough.
"Breakfast first," he said. "Then we paint again. But this time....I have something different in mind."
They ate quickly, Damian unable to keep his hands off her even during the meal. A touch to her arm. A kiss to her temple. A hand on her thigh under the table.
Damon and Silas watched from across the kitchen table with expressions somewhere between amused and interested.
"You two are going to be busy today?" Silas asked carefully.
"Entire day in the studio," Damian confirmed. "We’re not taking interruptions."
"Good," Damon said, and there was something knowing in his tone. "Take the time you need. Kane’s settling better. We can feel it through the bonds."
