“If you knew how many nights I replayed this—your mouth, your breath—you’d never try to leave again.” He slid his hand down my body, pinning me against his mass.
“I—I wasn’t trying to leave,” I choked out.
His scoff said he didn’t believe me.
“I know what it does to you,” I breathed, stretching and arching back into him. The fight ebbed from my bones, washing away with my confession. “Your need to chase me, to catch me, to feel me finally give in.”
I gripped his fingers, pushing them under my skirt and guiding them between my legs.
His inhale was sharp and rough. Beautiful. Absolutely masculine.
“This is me giving in, Enzo,” I breathed.
He cupped my pussy, fingers roughly stroking my flesh. “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, fiore.”
My shoulders sagged in relief. We weren’t broken. There would always be landmines of hurt that we would spend the rest of our lives navigating. But we knew how to heal, to move past them to a future full of promise.
I tugged the dress over my hips. The cool air brushed against my scorched skin. Vincenzo flipped me onto my back. One hand on my breast, kneading the flesh in a rough grasp, the other stroking my slick, still bare pussy.
“You’ve been naughty, little one,” he murmured against my lips before kissing me breathless. Right as I melted into this moment, he slapped my pussy. I yelped against his mouth, but that only made the monster smile as he devoured me.
His fingers slipped inside me. Without warning. Without mercy. Panting into his mouth, I clawed at his back and shoulders, tearing at the shirt in a desperate attempt to have him naked. To have him on my level.
Somehow, I managed to tug it up.
The kiss broke for a precious few seconds as the tee pulled off his head.
Then his mouth was on me again, biting, hot, and desperate. He continued to fuck me with his fingers, stroking and curling in that deep, delicious spot.
“Enzo,” I begged. “Please—I need you.”
He groaned. “Sweet words, fiore.”
Flower. That was what he called me. Something precious that should never be picked or plucked from the earth. But yet he had, claiming me and planting me in his very soul. That was why I’d been convinced mine was dead. Because I couldn’t feel the warmth of his presence, the nurture of his kindness these past years.
But I was alive now. Alive and wholly his. Ready to flourish in the sunlight of his presence for the rest of my days.
With a whimper, I opened my thighs wider. Tipped my hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Enzo, I’m going to come,” I protested.
“And?”
The question was a hard bite.
A sob knotted in my chest. “And I don’t want to. Not like this.”
His question was black, dripping with venom. “Like what, then?”
A beast, a dark entity, who held all the power. All the control.
“I wantyou,” I begged, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. I dug my nails into his skin, urging him to give me what I desperately craved. “I wantyouinside me.”
“Ah, tu sei bellissima,” he rasped. “Who am I to deny you when you beg like that?”
I didn’t notice him open his zipper or tug down his pants. But after another quick slap to my clit, one that sent a rush of pleasure humming through me,his cock was out. He stroked it with a vicious tug before nudging it against my entrance.
“So wet,” he groaned, sliding his cock up to press against my pussy. “My pretty Mandy is wet and ready for me.”
