I can’t answer. He’s stroking me slowly, maddeningly, his other hand braced on my hip to hold me still.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” I choke out. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Good.” He releases me, and I make a sound of protest that would embarrass me if I could think clearly. “But I’m not done yet.”
His hand slides back, soapy fingers dipping between my ass cheeks. I suck in a breath.
“Still okay?”
“Yes.”
His fingers find my hole and circle it, slow and slick, spreading soap and water and heat. My hands shoot out to brace against the tile.
“You’re so tense here,” he says, pressing lightly.
“Hard to relax when you’re—” I break off with a groan as a fingertip breaches me.
“When I’m what?”
“T-torturing me.”
He huffs a laugh andwithdraws his hand.
“Turn around.”
I do, shaky and breathing hard. He guides me under the spray, rinsing the soap from my skin, his eyes tracking every inch of me. When I’m clean, he cups my face in both hands.
“Now,” he says gently, “tell me again what you want.”
My hands slide up his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat. It’s faster than it should be, matching my own. Then I slide down, feeling the smooth, muscled planes of his abdomen, the trail of dark hair that leads lower, down through dark pubes, to his cock. It jolts in my palm, hard and heavy.
“I want to feel alive.”
Enzo makes a sound low in his throat, and then his mouth crashes onto mine. His tongue sweeps past my lips, claiming, demanding.
I clutch at his shoulders and kiss him back, tasting desperation and need as his tongue slides against mine.
He walks me backward until my spine hits cold tile. I hiss at the contrast, and he swallows the sound.
His hands move from my waist to my thighs, then thread through my wet hair, tugging until my head falls back. He kisses down my throat and I'm trembling, every nerve on fire.
When he grips my ass and lifts me, I wrap my legs around him without thinking.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he breathes against my throat. “Tell me if you need to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” My fingers rake down his shoulders. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His mouth finds my bonding gland, and he nibbles on the skin there. He doesn’t bite, but my body doesn’t know the difference. Pleasure shoots down my spine like lightning, pooling hot between my legs.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his tongue tracing the spot his teeth just touched.
I arch into him, rubbing against him.
He groans into my neck. “Fuck, Luca. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I grab his jaw and force him to look at me. His eyes are black, hungry, barely human. “Show me.”
