The sensation of her....hot and wet and tight around him, made him close his eyes and just feel for a moment.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel perfect."
"Move," Eve said. "Please move."
He started slow.
Deep, measured thrusts that let him feel every inch of her. Let him reconnect with her body after days of being gone. Let him ground himself in this moment, this connection, this woman who'd waited for him even when she had no guarantee he'd return.
But slow didn't last long.
Eve wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle, and suddenly he was going deeper. Hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp and cling to him.
"There," she breathed. "Right there, don't stop...."
Dimitri increased his pace.
Harder now. Faster. The sound of their bodies coming together filling the quiet morning air.
Eve's nails raked down his back, and he welcomed the pain, welcomed the physical sensation that reminded him he was alive, that this was real, that he'd survived.
