"You look so pretty when you come," he says, bottoming out inside me as he fills me with his come. I can feel it start to drip down my thighs.
He glances up at the camera.
“I bet he enjoyed the show,” he says. “Looking at you writhing and screaming as you take your first fuck is enough to make any man come undone.”
His hand cups my breast and squeezes it like he can’t help himself. I can still feel the warmth of his come inside me. We’ve made a mess all over his suit jacket.
He thrusts into me again while pinching my clit. It makes my toes curl.
“You unleashed a monster, little girl," he says, thrusting harder. "Now that I've had a taste of this cunt, nothing else will do. I’ll be sneaking into your bedroom to have my fill of you every night now. You'll be going to bed with my come inside your womb."
I feel him hitting the deepest part of me now. He angles his hips in a way that hits that delicious spot inside me.
I turn my head and bite his arm as I shatter for the second time.
"Good girl," he praises, leaning down to kiss my neck.
It's a summer day, but I'm shivering as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through me. He turns me around to face him and kisses me. A beam of sunlight falls on us, increasing the warmth of this moment.
We look at each other.
Everything is frozen in time.
He tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes. This moment feels like perfection.
I want to remain suspended in this, but my heart starts to race.
My life has always had a certain rhythm to it.
Just when things start to look up, everything falls apart.
And that feeling is creeping up on me now. I usually find the strength to pick up the pieces and carry on with my life.
But I don’t want that to happen this time.
I want to remain in this new bliss.
Forever.
28
DANTE
The fashion show is drawing to a close by the time we return.
Enzo doesn't even turn to look at us as we sit down beside him. He sniffs and repositions his chair away from us.
He can really be a drama queen sometimes, but Grace was right. I shouldn’t have snapped at him the way I did. I could have set boundaries without making a scene.
"Hey," I whisper, leaning forward to catch his eye. "Are we cool?"
"You left me alone at a fashion show," he says. "We are most definitely not cool."
"I'm sorry," I say.
Enzo’s head snaps toward me. His eyes widen before shifting to Grace.
“No seriously, what have you done to him?" he asks her. "He's like a whole another person."
