Chapter 179: Two Weeks Of Restrain

Eve smiled. That sounded exactly like Dimitri.

"How are his wounds? Really?"

"Healing well. The stitches can come out in a few days. No infection. He is stubborn and impatient, but he will be fine." Nonna turned, studied Eve’s face. "Go to him. He has missed you today."

"I’ve only been gone since morning....."

"For a man who almost died two weeks ago, a day apart feels long." Nonna’s eyes were knowing. "Go. Dinner will not be ready for another hour."

Eve didn’t need to be told twice.

She walked down the hallway to their bedroom, her body already anticipating seeing Dimitri.

It had been two weeks since he’d been shot. Two weeks of careful touches, gentle kisses, sex where she controlled everything to avoid hurting his injuries.

Two weeks of restraint.

And Eve was starting to feel starved.

She opened the bedroom door quietly, expecting to find Dimitri on the bed or at his desk.

But the room was empty.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Shower.

Eve felt heat pool low in her belly.

She hadn’t seen Dimitri properly naked since before the shooting. Hadn’t been able to look at him without seeing bandages and stitches and evidence of how close she’d come to losing him.

But two weeks had passed. The wounds were healing. The stitches were coming out soon.

Maybe.....just maybe....they could have this.

She moved to the bathroom door, opened it silently.

Steam filled the space, warm and humid.

And there, through the glass shower enclosure....was Dimitri.

Standing under the rainfall shower head, eyes closed, head tilted back, water streaming over his body.

One hand braced against the tile wall. The other hanging at his side.

Completely, gloriously naked.

Eve’s breath caught.

God, he was beautiful.

Six-four of lean muscle and dangerous grace. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. Strong thighs. The tattoos she’d traced with her fingers a hundred times stark against his tanned skin.

And between his legs....thick and long and currently soft but still impressive....fourteen inches that she knew intimately.

The bandages were gone. Just pink, healing scars where the bullets had entered and exited.

Evidence that he’d survived.

That he was here and alive.

Eve felt her pussy clench, felt wetness flood between her thighs.

Two weeks. Two weeks of gentle, careful sex where she’d been terrified of hurting him.

She was done being gentle.

Eve stripped quickly....blouse, bra, skirt....leaving only her black lace panties.

Then she opened the shower door silently and stepped inside.

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POV: DIMITRI

Dimitri had known Eve was home the moment the front door opened.

Had heard her voice in the kitchen talking to Nonna. Had tracked her footsteps down the hallway to their bedroom.

Had sensed the exact moment she’d opened the bathroom door and seen him.

He kept his eyes closed, let her look, felt her gaze like a physical touch.

He’d been healing for two weeks. Two weeks of Eve treating him like he might break. Two weeks of gentle sex that left him frustrated and wanting.

He understood why, she’d been terrified of hurting his injuries, of making things worse.

But the wounds were healing. He was healing.

And he needed her. Really needed her.

The shower door opened.

Dimitri smiled, kept his eyes closed, waited.

He heard her kneel, the soft sound of skin on tile....and then....

Wet heat engulfed his cock.

Dimitri’s eyes flew open, looked down, and saw Eve on her knees in front of him, her mouth wrapped around him, taking him deeper with every pass.

"Eve...." His voice came out rough.

She looked up at him through wet lashes, her eyes dark with lust and love and two weeks of pent-up need.

Then she took him deeper, until he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck..." Dimitri’s hand flew to her hair, fisted in the wet strands. "Baby...."

She hummed around him...vibrations that made his hips jerk....and kept working.

Slow at first. Then faster. Using her hand on what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.

Dimitri leaned back against the tile wall, felt water cascade over them both, and let himself get lost in it.

Two weeks of restraint. Two weeks of holding back.

Not anymore.

His hand tightened in her hair, and he started to move.

Gentle thrusts at first, letting her adjust, letting her control the pace.

But Eve’s hands moved to his ass, pulled him closer, urged him to take more.

So he did.

Held her head steady and fucked her mouth with increasing intensity.

Not brutal. Not punishing. But definitely not gentle anymore.

"That’s it," Dimitri breathed, watching his cock disappear between her lips. "Take it. Fuck, you look so good like this."

Eve moaned, the sound muffled, and worked harder.

Dimitri felt his orgasm building....fast, intense, inevitable after two weeks of denial.

"I’m close....Eve....if you don’t want...."

She looked up at him, eyes fierce, and took him even deeper.

Permission.

Dimitri’s control shattered.

He came with a groan, spilling down her throat, his entire body going rigid with the force of it, he held her head there while Eve drank his cum like milk.

She swallowed everything, kept working him through it, until he was gasping and oversensitive.

Finally, she released him, sat back on her heels, and smiled.

"Welcome back," she said softly.

Dimitri stared at her....on her knees, water streaming over her body, wearing nothing but wet lace panties and a satisfied smile.

Mine, something primal in him growled.

He reached down, pulled her to her feet, and lifted her completely off the ground in one smooth motion.

Eve gasped, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Dimitri, your shoulder..."

"Is fine." He positioned her against the wall, felt her wetness through the lace against his already-hardening cock. "And I’ve been gentle for two weeks. I’m done being gentle."

"Thank God," Eve breathed, and kissed him.