Over the past week, Enzo has shown me that he wants to take care of me, and today, when the MC’s president made that threatening remark about me, Enzo proved he’ll protect me, no matter how many men he has to kill.
“Ready?” he asks.
Even though my reply is a whisper, I mean it. “Yes.”
His eyes leave mine to look at my chest as he pushes his arm beneath me to unhook my bra. My heartbeat speeds up again, and my lips part as my breaths come faster. When he pulls thebra away from me, a groan rumbles from his chest. “Foda-se, és perfeita.”
He’s a killer. A dangerous criminal. But when he touches me, there’s no right and wrong. There’s only the way he makes me feel.
As Enzo’s palm covers my right breast, air bursts from my lungs, and there’s an intense tightening in my abdomen.
His thumb brushes over my skin, and I begin to think he’s doing it to help center me and keep me focused on him.
His eyes return to mine, and when I see a proud expression on his face, it gives me strength.
“You’re doing so well,meu amor.”
I lift my head, and the moment our lips touch, Enzo takes complete control of the kiss. He begins to massage my breast, and just as I’m about to get lost in the way his tongue strokes mine and how perfect his touch feels, he pulls away and moves down to suck my nipple into his mouth.
It feels as if there’s a direct link from my breasts to the valley between my legs, because as his teeth and lips feast on my nipples, I feel myself growing wet and needy for him.
Enzo’s hand moves down over my abdomen, and then he cups me through the fabric of my skirt.
My emotions scatter to the four corners of the world, because instead of feeling disgust, there’s a zap of pleasure in my core and a desire for much, much more.
He lifts his head again to look at my face, and my cheeks flush bright red. When I glance down, he orders, “Eyes on me,meu anjinho. I want to see your shyness and innocence.”
It takes courage to meet his intense gaze again, but then he lifts the fabric of my skirt, and he cups me between my legs. His fingers part me, and when he strokes my bundle of nerves, my back arches from the unexpected pleasure zapping through me.
Oh gosh.
The corner of Enzo’s mouth lifts in a smirk, then my eyes go wide as saucers when he moves down my body and forces my legs to open wide with his broad shoulders.
Embarrassment warms my face, but the moment his tongue swipes over my clit and opening, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head from how good it feels.
“Enzo,” I gasp, grabbing hold of the covers beneath me.
He moves away, and I blush harder when he pulls the zipper down on the side of my skirt and yanks the fabric down my legs, revealing every inch of my body to him.
“Meu Deus, és linda,” he growls as his hands rub up my sides, making me feel like the most desirable woman alive.
When his mouth crashes against mine, his hand slips between my legs, and this time he pushes a finger inside me. I moan against his lips, the sound muffled as his tongue strokes hard over mine.
Enzo’s body shifts partially over mine, and when his hard manhood presses against my hip while he thrusts his finger inside me, there’s still no fear.
Pleasure ripples through my body, making hope sprout in my heart, because I’m actually able to be intimate with Enzo, and it becomes the most profound moment of my life.
He’s so attuned to me, he instantly senses as my emotions change and breaks the kiss. He pulls his hand away, and bracing his forearms on either side of my head, he locks eyes with me as he fully covers me with his body.
His tone is gentle as he says, “Tell me if you’re not okay.”
Nodding, I lift my arms and place my hands on the sides of his neck. When his pelvis settles against mine, and I feel his hardness between my legs, my lips part and air rushes from me. Once again, there’s no fear, and as Enzo begins to move against me, I’m overcome with a need to have him fill the emptiness inside me.
“Please,” I beg, my features tightening.
I never thought I’d experience something like this, and it makes me overemotional. I can’t keep tears from forming, and as they roll into my hairline, I keep staring at the man who’s changed my entire life for the better.
Enzo pushes harder against me, and the way he rubs over my clit has something I don’t have a word for building in my abdomen. I hold on tighter to him, my head tilting back into the pillow, while my hips lift to meet his.
