Then—I’m falling. Enzo twists midair, taking the brunt of the impact, my chest slamming into his.
“Got you,” he whispers against my ear.
A shiver streaks down my spine.
“What are you going to do with me now that you have me?” I breathe, my voice barely more than a whimper.
Enzo chuckles darkly, then yanks my shirt open, buttons scattering across the leaves. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Helpless—well, not really, but I can pretend—I wait for his next move.
Enzo rises, keeping me locked against him, then shoves my back into the rough bark of a nearby tree. It bites into my shoulders.
My shorts are gone in a violent tear.
“Hold on tight,” he orders—then thrusts into me.
We groan in unison.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, but he only grins and forces my arms above my head, pinning my wrists with one hand. My legs clamped tight around him are the only thing keeping me from sliding down the trunk.
He fucks me mercilessly, every stroke a brand of heat searing through my veins. The sting of bark scraping my back only sharpens the pleasure, building pressure until I’m ready to shatter.
“Let go for me, wife,” Enzo murmurs, voice low and tender—a stark contrast to the brutal slap of his hips against mine.
And I do.
I let go.
Fall apart.
My scream is swallowed by his mouth as he claims it with akiss.
His thrusts turn frantic, desperate—before he finally follows me over the edge.
Our breaths mingle as we come down from the high.
My back starts to slip down the tree. “Ouch,” I yelp.
Enzo clamps his hands around my thighs and carries me back into the house, still holding me close. He sets me down on the counter—full circle—then cleans the inside of my thighs with a damp cloth.
“Turn around.”
I raise a brow. “I think I need a second to recover before we go again.”
He shakes his head, half exasperated. “Let me see your back.”
“Oh.” I laugh and clamber around, settling cross-legged on the worktop.
He disappears for a moment; the tap runs, and I start to twist around to look, but then he’s back with a warm cloth. I tense at first, then relax as the heat soothes the sting. Now the adrenaline has faded I realize how much it hurts.
“How bad is it?” I wince.
Enzo presses a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. “You’ll survive.”
He smooths aloe vera over the scrapes. Each touch loosens my shoulders; the ache eases as calm takes over.
“All done. Let me cook dinner. Go relax.”
