Enrico didn’t hesitate.
The walk to the elevator felt endless. My heart pounded, each step echoing in the hotel corridor while Enrico held my hand tightly, his fingers laced with mine like he was afraid I’d vanish.
The second the elevator doors closed behind us with a soft click, shutting out the world—
everything exploded.
Before I could even breathe properly, Enrico slammed me against the mirrored wall, his hands sliding up my body whilehis mouth crashed into mine in a desperate kiss that stole every shred of air from my lungs.
“I can’t wait until we get to the room,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and frantic as he bit my mouth and dragged me harder against him. “I need you now.”
My body answered instantly. My hands fisted in his hair as I kissed him with a hunger that bordered on panic.
I knew no one else would get in. Not after he’d entered the code for the penthouse.
The elevator wouldn’t stop until we reached the top.
Enrico’s hands shoved up the side of my dress, lifting it with ruthless determination, exposing my shaking legs and the hot, sensitive skin already aching for him.
A small moan slipped out as his fingers slid along my inner thighs, my muscles tightening with anticipation.
“Please, Enrico… don’t stop,” I whispered, arching into him as the elevator climbed, indifferent to the storm inside it.
“Never,” he promised, voice dark and intense as his fingers found my underwear—already soaked. “I want you coming for me right here, Valentina.”
My eyes widened, my body trembling as his fingers began to work me with slow, precise movements, the exact ones he knew would ruin me fast.
“You’re so fucking good,” he murmured against my neck, his mouth leaving a hot trail over my skin, pulling uncontrolled sounds out of me. “Still get this wet for me… still moan like this for me…”
“You know I do,” I gasped, unable to resist, my hips moving instinctively against his hand, desperate for more.
Every skilled stroke dragged me closer to the edge. Pleasure took over completely—devastating, familiar, consuming.
“I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers and I remember what it’s like to own you,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. “Every time you moan, my cock gets harder. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
My breath shattered.
“Say more,” I pleaded, shameless now. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me when we get to the room. Make me wetter.”
The elevator stopped at the penthouse floor. The doors slid open silently.
Neither of us noticed at first.
We were too deep in it—too lost.
Enrico lifted his head and met my eyes. I was wrecked, completely open, unable to think about anything but the hungry precision of his fingers.
“Feel how much this pussy wants me,” he said, dark satisfaction in his voice. “It’s sucking on my fingers.”
He pressed his palm to my clit and pushed two fingers inside me, wrenching a loud, desperate moan out of my throat.
“Like that, Valentina… I’m taking you to bed and I’m fucking you all night,” he breathed into my ear as his fingers moved in and out, slow, torturous. “But first—first I want you coming right here. Right here, with my fingers buried in you, while that door stays open.”
My body arched violently. I wrapped my arms around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as my sanity dissolved.
“You know exactly how to make me lose it,” I gasped, hips moving uncontrollably, pulsing around his fingers. “Please… don’t stop. I need it now. Push deeper. Open me up. I want to come feeling completely yours.”
He smiled, keeping the pace slow, taunting me with the patience he knew would break me.
