Chapter 129: One Week After The Gala

POV: EVE

"Dimitri....please.....I can’t...."

"Yes, you can." His voice was dark velvet against her ear, his body pinning her to the mattress. "Open up for me, baby. Wider."

Eve’s thighs were already trembling, spread as wide as they could go, but she obeyed, letting her legs fall open further.

Dimitri’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit, circling with devastating precision.

"That’s it. Good girl. Let me in deeper."

He thrust hard, filling her completely, and Eve cried out, her back arching off the bed.

They’d been at this for over an hour.

He’d woken her in the pre-dawn darkness with his mouth between her legs, eating her until she came twice before he’d even entered her.

Then he’d fucked her slow and deep, making her beg for more, for harder, for everything.

And when she’d finally gotten what she wanted, when he’d given her the brutal, punishing rhythm she’d begged for....he’d pulled out right before she could come, making her sob with frustration.

"Dimitri, please...."

"Spread your legs for me, cara mia." His hand gripped her thigh, pushed it wider. "Let me show you how much I love you."

There was something different about him this past week.

More intense. More possessive. More desperate.

Like he was trying to fuck her into his soul. Like he needed to prove something with his body that he couldn’t say with words.

Eve didn’t know what had changed.

But she felt it in every touch. Every kiss. Every brutal thrust.

"Tell me you’re mine," Dimitri commanded, his hand sliding up to grip her throat, not squeezing, just holding, claiming. "Say it."

"I’m yours," Eve gasped. "Always yours....God....Dimitri..."

"Again."

"Yours! I’m yours! Only yours!"

"That’s right." He shifted angles, hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. "Mine. My woman. My everything. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to have you. Just me."

"Just you," Eve agreed, her nails digging into his back. "Always just you....please....I’m so close...."

"Not yet." He slowed his rhythm, making her whimper. "Not until I say so."

"Dimitri...."

"Trust me." His lips found hers, kissed her deeply. "I’ll give you what you need. I always do. But first...." He pulled out completely, ignoring her sound of protest. "On your hands and knees."

Eve obeyed with shaking limbs, positioning herself for him.

Dimitri’s hand smoothed down her spine, over the curve of her ass, between her thighs.

"So wet for me. So ready. You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?"

"Yes....please..."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me....please make me come....please...."

He entered her from behind in one brutal thrust, and Eve screamed into the pillow.

This angle let him go impossibly deep. Let him hit places that made coherent thought impossible.

"That’s it, cara mia. Take all of me. Take everything I give you."

He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her forward, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Eve could only hold on, could only take it, could only feel.

"Touch yourself," Dimitri commanded. "Make yourself come on my cock."

Eve’s hand slipped between her legs, found her clit, circled frantically.

The combination of his brutal thrusts and her own touch sent her spiraling.

"Dimitri....I’m.....oh God...I’m coming...."

"Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it."

She shattered.

Screaming his name, her entire body convulsing, the orgasm so intense she saw white.

Dimitri didn’t stop. Kept pounding into her, extending the pleasure until she was sobbing.

Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and reached for the nightstand.

"One more," he said, his voice rough. "Give me one more and then I’ll let you rest."

Eve’s eyes widened when she saw what he’d grabbed.

The vibrator.

The one he’d bought her weeks ago. The one that made her come so hard she couldn’t speak.

"I can’t....I already...."

"You can." He turned it on, the low hum filling the room. "And you will. Because I want to watch you fall apart one more time before I fill you."

He pressed the vibrator against her clit while sliding two fingers inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Too much. Not enough. Everything.

"Dimitri....fuck....please...."

"That’s it. Let go. Give it to me."

He worked her with the vibrator and his fingers, finding that perfect rhythm, that perfect pressure.

Eve’s hands fisted in the sheets, her hips lifting off the bed.

"Look at you," Dimitri murmured, his eyes dark with want. "So beautiful. So perfect. So completely mine."

"Yours....God...yours....I’m...."

The orgasm hit like lightning.

Sharp. Sudden. Absolutely devastating.

Eve’s scream echoed off the walls, her body arching so violently she thought she might break.

Dimitri tossed aside the vibrator, positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust home.

"Mine," he growled, his rhythm brutal and perfect. "My woman. My love. My everything."

"Yes...yes...yours...always yours...."

He fucked her through the aftershocks, chasing his own release, his hands everywhere, his mouth claiming hers.

When he came, it was with a roar, spilling inside her, marking her from the inside out.

They collapsed together, both gasping, both trembling, both completely spent.

For long minutes, neither spoke.

Just held each other, hearts pounding in sync, breathing evening out.

Finally, Dimitri rolled onto his side, pulled Eve against his chest.

"I love you," he murmured into her hair. "More than anything. More than life itself."

"I love you too." Eve’s voice was drowsy, satisfied. "Even when you don’t let me come for an hour."

He laughed softly. "You loved every second of it."

"Maybe." She smiled against his chest. "Okay, yes. I loved it."

"Good. Because I’m not done with you yet."

"Dimitri, I need sleep..."

"Later. Sleep later." His hand slid down her body, found her still-sensitive flesh. "Right now, I need you again."

"You’re insatiable."

"Only with you."

What followed was slower. Gentler. But no less intense.

Dimitri made love to her like he was memorizing every inch of her skin. Like he was trying to imprint himself on her soul.

And when Eve finally came again....soft and sweet and perfect...he followed her over the edge, whispering her name like a prayer.

Afterwards, as Eve drifted toward sleep, sated and boneless and absolutely wrecked, Dimitri pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep, cara mia. I’ve got you."