They positioned her one final time.
On her back, legs spread wide, with all three of them focused entirely on her pleasure.
Damian's mouth on her breast. Damon's fingers inside her. Silas's tongue on her clit.
All three working in perfect coordination, building her toward one final peak with patient, devastating attention.
"This one's for you," Damian said against her breast. "Just for you. To remind you how much we love you. How much we worship you. How perfect you are."
The sixth orgasm built slowly, a gradual crescendo that seemed to take forever. When it finally crashed over her, it was different from all the previous ones....softer but deeper, rolling through her in endless waves that left her sobbing.
And then....
Darkness.
Eve felt consciousness slipping, exhaustion and overwhelm pulling her under, and the last thing she felt was her mates' arms around her, holding her safe.
***
POV: Damian
Damian caught Eve as she went limp, her body completely giving out.
