Eve came with a broken cry....harder than the first time, her whole body going rigid as the pleasure crashed over her in waves that seemed endless.
Dimitri groaned, his rhythm faltering, and she felt him pulse inside her....hot and claiming...as he followed her over the edge.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, the water still streaming over them.
Then Dimitri pulled out carefully and turned her around, pulling her against his chest.
"I love you," he said again, like he needed her to hear it. Like he needed her to believe it.
"I know," Eve whispered against his skin.
He turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying her with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the brutal way he'd just taken her. She stood still, letting him take care of her, too wrung out to do it herself.
When they were both dry, he picked her up, she was too tired to protest, and he carried her to the bed.
"We're not done," Dimitri said quietly.
"Dimitri, I can't...."
