She stepped closer. "Now I'm asking you for one thing. Just one thing. Give me all of you. Stop holding back. Stop protecting me from something I've been begging you for."
"It's not about protection," Dimitri said roughly. "It's about....."
"What? Making it perfect? Making sure I'm ready?" Eve laughed, and it was edged with frustration. "Dimitri, I've been taking a fourteen-inch replica of your cock for weeks. My body is ready. And emotionally? I told you I love you.
You told me you love me. We're ready. The only person who doesn't seem to accept that is you."
Dimitri's hands clenched at his sides. "You think I don't want to? You think I don't lie awake every night fighting the urge to roll over and bury myself inside you until you can't remember your own name?"
"Then why don't you?"
