Chapter 262: Then Take Me

It was warm, warmer than she expected. Perfect. She turned back to look at Dimitri, who was standing at the water’s edge watching her with an intensity that made her heart skip.

"It’s perfect," she said. "This is perfect. You’re perfect."

"I’m far from perfect," he said, moving into the water toward her. "But I’m yours."

She swam out deeper, and he followed. They floated together in the warm water, and for the first time in months, Eve felt something release in her chest. The constant tension. The awareness of danger. The knowledge that their time together was running on a clock.

Out here, there was no clock.

"Tell me something," she said, floating on her back, looking up at the sky that was turning purple as the sun sank lower. "Tell me something I don’t know about you."

Dimitri floated beside her. "I learned to sail when I was eight years old. My father wanted me to understand how to navigate by the stars, how to think in terms of direction and purpose. I hated it at first. Then I realized it was the closest I’d ever been to him without him demanding something from me. So I loved it after that."

"Do you still sail?"

"Not in years," he admitted. "Too much blood on that water. Too many memories of what he taught me to do with a boat besides sailing...how to move things, how to disappear. I never got back to the simple part."

"Maybe you could while we’re here," Eve suggested. "Maybe you could sail just for the joy of it."

He turned his head to look at her, and something shifted in his expression. Like she’d offered him something he didn’t know he needed.

"Maybe," he said.

They floated as the light changed, as the sky turned from purple to dark blue. The first stars appeared, and Eve pointed them out to Dimitri, who half-smiled at her enthusiasm over something he’d probably seen a thousand times.

When the water got cool and the sky had fully darkened, he pulled her back toward shore.

They sat on the beach towels that had mysteriously appeared while they were in the water, and Eve realized that someone from the villa must have been watching, placing everything they might need.

"That’s creepy," she said, noticing the towels, the bottle of wine that had been left in an ice bucket, the glasses.

"That’s Marco’s doing," Dimitri said. "He has staff monitoring from a distance. You won’t see them, but they’re there. It’s the only way to keep you completely safe while you feel like you have complete privacy."

Eve watched him pour wine into a glass, hand it to her. The sun had completely set now, and the only light was from the stars and the moon rising over the water. In the distance, she could see lights from a village on another part of the island, but here, they were completely alone.

"What happens after fourteen days?" she asked quietly.

Dimitri didn’t answer immediately. Just looked out at the ocean, at the waves rolling in and out in their endless rhythm.

"We go back," he finally said. "And we start the war. The three-month timeline. Everything I’ve been planning for months."

"And us?" she asked.

"Us doesn’t change," he said firmly. "Whatever happens in Italy, whatever happens with my father or the business or any of it...us stays exactly like this. Like we exist in our own world where none of that matters."

She wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that war and love could exist simultaneously without one destroying the other.

But she nodded anyway, because she was here now, and she was going to take every moment of this fourteen days and hold it close.

Dimitri set down his wine glass and pulled her toward him. He kissed her slowly, his hand cupping her face, and she tasted salt water and wine and him.

"I want you," he said against her mouth. "Right now. Here."

Eve’s breath hitched. "Here? On the beach?"

"Here. Now. Everywhere," he said. "For the next fourteen days, I want you constantly. Every way I can have you."

She pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight. She could see the hunger there....the kind of hunger that went beyond sex, beyond physical need. The kind of hunger that came from loving someone so completely that having them was never quite enough.

"Then take me," she said.

He stood and pulled her up with him.

The beach was dark except for moonlight, and he kissed her again while his hands moved to the sundress she was wearing. He knew the tie at the back of her neck intimately, had untied it a hundred times. This time, he didn’t bother with the knot. He just ripped the fabric.

Eve gasped, but she was already reaching for his shirt, pulling it over his head. His shorts followed, and then she was naked under the stars, and he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

"Lie down," he commanded.

She lay back in the sand without hesitation.

This was their dynamic. She knew his body as well as he knew hers. Had been taking his fourteen-inch cock for months now, her body adjusted to his size, her pussy shaped to fit him perfectly. There was no nervousness, no uncertainty.

Just need.

Dimitri dropped to his knees between her spread thighs and looked at her. Her pussy was already wet, the anticipation, the location, the intensity of his gaze was enough to make her ready for him.

He didn’t tease. Didn’t build slowly. He just lowered his head and put his mouth on her.

Eve’s back arched immediately.

His tongue was firm, focused, his mouth working her clit with the kind of intensity that made her realize he’d been waiting for this. Waiting to have her completely to himself without time constraints or the pressure of going back to a war.

She gripped his hair, and he responded by pushing two fingers inside her, then three, opening her up even though she didn’t need opening up. She was already ready. Already desperate.

"Dimitri," she gasped, but he didn’t stop. Just increased the intensity, his mouth on her clit while his fingers worked inside her, hitting that spot that made her vision white out.

"Come," he said against her pussy. "I want to taste it."