Chapter 240: Good Morning

Eve looked up at him.

Her eyes were dark with desire and something else...determination.

"Too late," she said.

And then she disappeared under the covers.

The first touch of her mouth on his dick made Dimitri’s entire body go rigid.

Hot. Wet. Perfect.

She took him deep immediately...no teasing, no build-up, just the overwhelming sensation of her mouth surrounding him, her tongue moving against the underside of his shaft as she worked him with single-minded focus.

"Fuck," Dimitri groaned, his hand finding her head through the covers, his fingers threading through her hair. Not to control her....she was doing exactly what he needed....but just to feel connected to her.

Eve hummed around him, and the vibration sent electricity up his spine.

She was taking her time. Building him slowly. Her mouth moving up and down his dick in a rhythm that was calculated to drive him absolutely insane. When she reached the head, she circled it with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just beneath the crown that made his hips jerk involuntarily.

Then she took him deep again.

All the way.

Until he felt the back of her throat, until she gagged slightly and backed off just enough to breathe before taking him deep again.

Dimitri’s breathing was ragged now. His control....the iron control that had kept him alive in The Covenant, that had allowed him to maintain his cover while watching people die....was completely gone.

"Eve," he said, and his voice was wrecked. "Baby, you’re going to...."

She increased her pace.

Her hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them gently, adding another layer of sensation that made his vision blur.

He was close. Too close.

"Eve, I’m going to come if you don’t...."

She pulled off just long enough to look up at him from beneath the covers, her lips swollen, her eyes absolutely wicked.

"Good," she said.

And took him deep again.

That was it.

Dimitri came with a groan that turned into her name, his entire body shaking with the force of it, his hand tightening in her hair as he spilled into her mouth.

She took everything he gave her, swallowing, not pulling away until he was completely finished and starting to soften.

When she emerged from beneath the covers, her hair was disheveled, her lips were red and swollen, and she looked absolutely triumphant.

"Good morning," she said.

Dimitri pulled her up the bed and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue, not caring about anything except the fact that she was here and alive and his.

"You’re dangerous," he said against her mouth.

"You love it," Eve replied.

"I do," Dimitri agreed. "But now you’ve started something you can’t stop."

He rolled her onto her back in one smooth motion, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands already moving to remove the silk sleep shirt she was wearing.

"I wasn’t planning to stop," Eve said, and helped him pull the shirt over her head.

She was naked underneath.

Of course she was.

Dimitri looked at her...really looked at her....and felt something shift in his chest. After days of being surrounded by death, after watching James die in his arms, after carrying the weight of all those bodies buried in the wreckage...

This.

This was life.

This was what he’d been fighting for.

"I love you," he said, and meant it with an intensity that surprised even him.

"I love you too," Eve whispered. "Now prove it."

Dimitri started with her mouth.

Deep, consuming kisses that tasted like morning and desire and relief. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her, reminding both of them that he was here, that he was alive, that they had this moment together.

Then he moved to her neck.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin where her pulse was racing. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, a visible reminder of his possession, his claim, his absolute refusal to let her go.

Eve arched beneath him, her hands moving over his back, her nails digging in slightly.

"More," she breathed.

"Greedy," Dimitri said, but he was already moving lower.

Her breasts were perfect. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, his tongue circling the hardened peak while his hand cupped and squeezed the other breast.

Eve gasped, her back arching off the bed.

He spent several minutes there, alternating between breasts, using his mouth and teeth and tongue until she was squirming beneath him, her thighs trying to close around his hips, seeking friction.

"Not yet," he said, and moved lower still.

When he got to her pussy, he found her already wet. Slick and ready and absolutely perfect.

He used his thumbs to spread her open, exposing her completely, and just looked at her for a moment.

"Beautiful," he said.

Then he put his mouth on her pussy.

The first lick made her entire body jerk. The second made her moan. By the third, she was threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.

Dimitri worked her slowly, building her up. His tongue moved through her folds, tasting her, exploring every sensitive area. When he found her clit, he circled it deliberately, not directly, just around it, making her chase the sensation.

"Please," Eve gasped. "Please, Dimitri...."

He gave her what she wanted.

His tongue found her clit and stayed there, applying steady pressure, moving in circles that grew faster and more focused as her breathing became ragged.

She came with a cry, her thighs clamping around his head, her entire body shaking with the force of the orgasm.

Dimitri kept going, working her through the orgasm and into the oversensitivity that made her whimper and try to pull away.

He didn’t let her.

He pushed her into a second orgasm before she’d fully recovered from the first.

By the time he finally pulled away, she was gasping, her body trembling, her eyes unfocused.

"Too much?" he asked, though he knew the answer.

"Never," Eve said.

Dimitri positioned himself between her thighs and entered her in one smooth thrust.