"Yes," Eve gasped, unable to deny it. Her body was responding to him exactly as he'd said it would.
He fucked her like that for a long time, changing positions frequently. Against the wall. On her knees. Pressed against the sink. Back against the wall again.
Each position brought new angles, new sensations, new ways of overwhelming her.
Eve lost count of her orgasms. Lost track of time. Existed only in the space where his body met hers, where pleasure and possession became indistinguishable.
"Dimitri," she finally gasped, her voice hoarse. "I'm tired. Please...."
He thrust in three more times then he pulled out, understanding that she'd reached her limit.
"Okay, piccola," he said, his voice gentle despite the obvious tension in his body. "It's okay. I've got you."
He lifted her carefully and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the soft sheets. Her entire body was trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
