Eve woke the next morning to pleasant soreness in muscles that had been thoroughly worked the night before.
She stretched carefully, feeling the pull in her thighs and the lingering sensitivity between her legs. Beside her, Damian was already awake, propped up on one elbow watching her with dark, satisfied eyes.
"Morning," he said, his voice still rough with sleep. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got thoroughly ravaged by three werewolves," Eve said, wincing slightly as she sat up. "Which is accurate."
"Any regrets?"
"About last night? Never." Eve leaned over and kissed him. "About having to sit through another full day of Conclave sessions while barely able to walk? Maybe a few."
Damian's laugh was low and warm. "You'll be fine. And if anyone asks why you're moving carefully, just tell them you had a vigorous workout."
"Technically true."
