And without thinking—without being asked—I sink to my knees across the room from him. My palms rest lightly on my thighs, my chin tilted up to meet his gaze. The movement is instinctive, an offering, my body admitting what my pride would never say aloud.
For a long beat, he doesn’t move. Just stares at me with something feral flickering in his eyes, his jaw tight as though holding himself back costs him everything.
“You’re so beautiful on your knees.” He exhales. “You have no idea what you do to me, Zara.”
I hold his gaze, steady. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
His laugh is dangerous and filled with want. “Then crawl to me.”
I shift forward on my knees, placing one hand in front of the other, closing the distance inch by inch until I’m between his thighs, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. My hands settle on his knees, sliding slowly upward. I feel his muscles tense under my touch.
His hand cups my jaw. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I stay on my knees in front of him, breath uneven, heart thundering. His thumb presses against my bottom lip, parting it slightly, and I look up at him. I want him to see this choice—mine as much as his.
Enzo leans forward, his voice threaded with reverence and something feral. “Do you know what it does to me, seeing you here like this? No one has ever had this part of me. No one’s ever made me want to be worshipped and ruined in the same breath. Only you.”
My lips curl faintly around his thumb, my whisper rasping out between shallow breaths. “I’m not afraid of being ruined. I want it. I wantyou.”
He exhales sharply, his composure unraveling at the edges. His hand cups my jaw fully now. “Christ, Zara. I want to keep you here forever, on your knees, until the only thing you know is the taste of me and the sound of me losing control inside you.”
I shift closer, pressing my palms flat to his thighs, my voice softer. “I want you to lose control.”
His eyes burn through me, and his thumb drags across my lower lip again before a sound escapes him—half-feral, half-pleading. “Angel, if I don’t kiss you right now, I’ll lose my fucking mind.”
“Then kiss me, Enzo.Please,” I whisper.
His control snaps. He leans forward, mouth on mine, hot and demanding, pulling me into his lap as though the restraint he’d been clinging to never existed. The kiss is wild, consuming, a collision of hunger and devotion that devours the air between us. His hands grip me tight, one fisted in my hair, the other sliding down my spine, anchoring me to him as if he’ll never let me go again.
My hands moveto frame her face, thumbs brushing over the flush that heat and want have left behind. I anchor her there, forcing her to feel the pull between us, the static charge snapping in the space we share. Her lips are soft, her breath uneven, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that already belongs to me.
“Tell me I can fuck my bride,” I say, my voice more a plea than a command. “Give me permission, Zara.”
She nods, urgency spilling out in a whispered rush. “You have my permission, husband. Fuck me. Fuck your bride.”
The last shred of restraint I’ve held cracks clean through.
My mouth claims hers, no patience, no restraint—only hunger and need. Not lust. Possession.
Her hands fumble at my shirt, desperate to strip me bare. I let it fall away, her nails raking across my chest, and a growl rumbles from my throat as I seize her hips and haul her up against me as I stand.
She clings tight, legs winding around my waist, her body molding into mine as if it was always meant to fit there. I pick her up, turn back to the bed and place her on the mattress with a care that borders on reverence, then step back for a moment just to look. She sprawls across my sheets, long legs parted, waiting.
“You’re a vision,” I rasp, my gaze sweeping over every inch of her bare skin sprawled across my bed. No lace to peel away, no barriers to fight through—just her, already mine, waiting. Myhands drag over the curve of her thighs, tracing upward until my thumbs press into the soft dip of her hips. “Christ, Angel, I’ll never get enough of this. Of you.”
She shivers beneath the weight of my stare, lips parting, eyes wide and hungry. I shift lower, settling between her thighs, spreading them wide. My mouth finds the inside of her knee, then higher, leaving heat and nips in its wake until I’m so close I can feel the warmth radiating from her slick, swollen pussy.
She props herself on her elbows, eyes locked on mine and the sight makes something feral in me snap. Her breasts rise with every breath, her nipples peaked and waiting, and I can’t resist. I lean forward, catching one between my lips, my tongue circling before I suck hard enough to pull a sharp cry from her throat. My hand toys with the other, pinching, rolling, and her body arches beautifully, offering me more.
But I’m greedy. Insatiable.
I drag my mouth down, kissing and biting her stomach as I force her thighs wider, anchoring her open. Then I bury my face between her legs. The first stroke of my tongue makes her jolt, a broken gasp spilling from her lips. I drag my tongue slowly up to her clit, savoring the way she trembles before picking up the pace—pressing my tongue deeper until she’s rocking into my mouth.
“Enzo—” Her voice cracks, desperate and raw.
I tighten my grip on her thighs, pinning her down, even as her body fights to arch closer. My voice is rough against her flesh. “Two years I’ve been starving for this pussy. Two years, Angel, and now you’re going to scream my name while I drink every drop you give me.”
Her answering cry is wrecked, her hands fisting in the sheets as I devour her, relentless.
