Chapter 135: Spread your legs for me. Let me see you

Eve’s legs were shaking as Dimitri led her out of the shower.

He didn’t bother with towels.

Just walked her straight to the bed, still dripping wet, and laid her down on the sheets.

"Dimitri, we’re soaked...."

"I don’t care." He climbed over her, his eyes dark and intense. "Spread your legs for me. Let me see you."

Eve obeyed, her thighs falling open.

Dimitri’s gaze traveled over her body like a physical touch.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "So perfect. So completely mine."

He lowered his head, his mouth finding her breast, sucking the nipple hard.

Eve arched off the bed, gasping.

"Dimitri—I’m still sensitive from...."

"Good." He moved to her other breast, gave it the same treatment. "I want you sensitive. I want you feeling every touch. Every kiss. Every thrust."

His mouth traveled lower, kissing down her stomach, her hip bones, the inside of her thighs.

"Wait....you already....we just..."

"And now I’m going to taste you." He settled between her legs, his breath hot against her core. "I’m going to eat this perfect pussy until you can’t remember your own name. Until the only word you know is mine."

His tongue found her clit, and Eve’s thoughts scattered.

He ate her like he was starving.

Like she was the only thing that could satisfy him.

Like he needed her taste more than he needed air.

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

"Dimitri...oh God....I’m going to...."

"Come." His voice was a command. "Come on my tongue. Let me taste you."

She shattered.

Again.

Her third orgasm in less than thirty minutes, and this one left her boneless, gasping, barely conscious.

Dimitri crawled up her body, positioned himself at her entrance.

"I can’t....Dimitri, I can’t take anymore...."

"Yes, you can." He thrust inside, filling her completely. "You’re going to take everything I give you. Because I need this. I need you. I need to be so deep inside you that nothing can separate us. Not time. Not distance. Not death itself."

There was something desperate in his voice.

Something that scared Eve even as it aroused her.

But she couldn’t think clearly enough to ask about it.

Not when he was fucking her like this.

Not when every thrust was sending sparks of pleasure-pain through her oversensitized body.

"Look at me," Dimitri commanded. "Eyes on me. I want to see you when you come apart."

Eve forced her eyes open, met his gaze.

What she saw there stole her breath.

Love. Desperation. Fear. Possession.

All of it focused entirely on her.

"I love you," he said, his rhythm brutal and perfect. "I love you more than anything in this world. You’re my everything, Eve. My whole fucking world. Do you understand?"

"Yes....I understand....I love you too..."

"Promise me." His hand found her throat, held gently but firmly. "Promise me you’ll be careful. Promise me you’ll tell me if anything feels wrong. Anything at all. Promise me."

"I promise....Dimitri, what’s wrong? What happened...."

"Promise me!" His voice cracked, his rhythm faltering.

"I promise! I promise, okay? I’ll be careful! I’ll tell you if anything’s wrong!" Tears were streaming down Eve’s face now, from pleasure and confusion and the intensity of everything. "I promise!"

"Good." He kissed her deeply. "Good girl. My perfect girl. Mine."

He shifted angles, found that spot inside her that made her see stars.

"One more," he said against her lips. "Give me one more and then I’ll let you rest."

"I really can’t...."

"You can." His thumb found her clit, circled with devastating precision. "Come for me, cara mia. Right now. Let me feel it."

Eve’s body obeyed before her mind could protest.

The orgasm rolled through her like a tidal wave, endless and overwhelming and absolutely devastating.

She screamed his name, her body convulsing, her vision going white.

Dimitri followed her over the edge, spilling inside her again, his own roar of completion mixing with her cries.

They collapsed together, both gasping, both completely spent.

For long minutes, neither moved.

Just lay tangled together, hearts pounding, breathing slowly returning to normal.

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

"Sleep," he murmured into her hair. "You need to rest."

Eve wanted to ask him what was wrong.

Wanted to demand answers about what had happened in Italy that had made him so desperate, so intense, so terrified.

But her body was exhausted.

Wrung out. Satisfied beyond measure. Unable to do anything but surrender to sleep.

"We need to talk," she mumbled against his chest. "Later. When I can think. Something’s wrong. I can feel it."

"Later," he agreed. "Sleep now. I’ll tell you everything later."

It was a lie.

Eve knew it was a lie.

But she was too tired to call him on it.

Too sated. Too overwhelmed. Too completely destroyed by the most intense sex they’d ever had.

She soon drifted off in his arms

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POV: DIMITRI

Dimitri held Eve as she slept, his mind still racing despite his body’s exhaustion.

He’d fucked her with everything he had.

Every fear. Every desperate need. Every ounce of love and terror and possession.

Had tried to fuck her so thoroughly that no one...nothing....could ever take her from him.

But he knew it wasn’t enough.

Sex couldn’t protect her from poison.

Love couldn’t stop his father if he decided she was a threat.

Only vigilance could do that.

Only controlling every variable. Only being ruthless. Only being willing to do whatever it took.

Even if it meant going to war with his own father.

Dimitri pulled out his phone, texted Marco.

Triple Eve’s security. Vet everyone who comes near her. Test everything she eats or drinks. I want toxicology reports on all food deliveries. No exceptions.

Marco’s response came immediately.

Understood. Should I tell her why?

No. Handle it quietly. She doesn’t need to know yet.

Boss, she’s going to notice.

I’ll deal with it when she does. For now, just keep her safe.

Always.

Dimitri set down his phone, looked at Eve sleeping peacefully in his arms.

So beautiful. So innocent. So completely unaware of the danger.

He kissed her forehead gently.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I’m sorry I’m keeping this from you. I’m sorry I’m making decisions without you. But I can’t risk losing you. I can’t. So I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if you hate me for it later."

Eve stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

Dimitri held her tighter, his mind already planning.

He needed to intercept Antonio’s next medication delivery.

Needed to analyze what was in it.

Needed to understand exactly what his father was capable of.

And then....

Then he needed to decide what to do about it.

How to protect Eve.

How to stop his father, or at least be prepared.

But for now, in this moment, he had this.

Eve in his arms. Safe and warm.

And he’d fight heaven and hell to keep it that way.

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