Enzo rips his mouth off me, dropping to his knees in front of me. Before I even have time to process, he’s ripping my panties off and then he’s spreading thighs.
He groans, his mouth so close to my pussy I can feel his warm breath on my core. “Fuck, look at you. Your cunt’s fucking perfect. So pink, so wet.”
His words have me panting. Then he pushes my legs wider and runs his tongue over my slit. He sucks on my clit, moaning into my swollen flesh, as he sinks two fingers into me.
My hands fly to his head, fingers twisting in the strands of his dark hair as he fucks me with his fingers and tongue. My hips jolt, greedy for more.
“God, yes, make a mess of my face, Isolde,” he rasps, coming up for air for a moment before burying his face back between my thighs.
A scalpel from the table digs into my thigh beneath me—the bite of pain only heightens my pleasure.
Enzo’s grip on me tightens as I rock against him. I can feel blood trickling from where the scalpel is cutting into my flesh.
When he curls his fingers at the same time as biting down on my clit I don’t just come—I fucking explode. Incoherent sounds fly from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure coursesthrough my very soul. Electricity dances over my skin, burning me. Sweat drips from my forehead. My chest heaves as I suck in air.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
Enzo pulls back, noticing the trail of blood dripping from my thigh. He leans in, his tongue flattening to lap it up.
He groans as he cleans the blood off me with his mouth. “Even your blood tastes sweet.”
Enzo rises from between my legs, breathing hard, lips slick with blood and my cum. He looks every bit my salvation and my sin.
But then… his eyes change.
He stiffens, stepping away from me.
“Izzy…” he rasps, voice hoarse. “I shouldn’t have—fuck, I’m sorry.”
I frown, still panting, the aftershocks of my orgasm barely faded. “What?”
I reach for him, but he flinches like I’ve burned him. “I forgot. I didn’t think.” He grabs a fistful of his hair, tugging on the strands. “After what he did—God. I touched you; I took advantage.”
A sharp, bitter laugh escapes me. “Are you actually serious right now?” I hiss, hopping off the table and stepping toward him, in nothing but my bra, even as he continues to back away. “You think you took advantage? That I didn’t want that?”
His gaze snaps to mine, shock and confusion warring in his features.
“I wanted it, every second.” I blow out a breath. “But maybe it was a mistake, because now you’re acting like I’m broken. Like I’m fragile.”
“Iz—”
“Let’s just forget this happened.” I shake my head, clearing away the lingering tension and desire. “Let’s not ruin the friendship.”
He nods once, not looking at me.
I pull on his fallen, blood-stained shirt, covering myself, before fleeing as fast as my legs will take me.
19
Dance With Me?
I can't drag you into my world, no matter how much I wish you were here with me. —Love you, Enzo
Enzo
Goddamnidiot.
The hell was I thinking?
