She stayed still, and wrapped her hand around him, her forehead pressed to his, their breathing syncing.
"I shot someone today," Dimitri whispered, not planning to say it but unable to stop the words. "He stole from me. And I shot him in the leg and told him I'd kill his children if he betrayed me again."
Eve didn't flinch. Didn't pull away.
Just held him tighter.
"Did he deserve it?"
"Yes."
"Then you did what you had to do."
"You're not horrified?"
"I'm sad that you have to carry that. But horrified? No." She pulled back to look at him. "I know who you are, Dimitri. I know what you do. And I chose you anyway. All of you. Even the parts that scare you."
Something in his chest cracked open.
He kissed her desperately, and started moving, he needed to feel her, needed to lose himself in this.
They made love slowly, her riding him while he watched her face, both of them chasing connection more than orgasm.
