I wasted no more time getting her into the bedroom, breaking off the kiss as I climbed onto the mattress and laid her out beneath me. “Are you hurt? Are you hurt anywhere?” The doctor only told me there was nothing wrong with her that wouldn’t heal, but she didn’t go into any details.
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. The doctor said this was okay if I felt up to it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Leaning over her, I brushed her pink hair from her face and spread the soft strands out on my pillow. “You have to tell me if I hurt you. Promise me.”
“I promise,” she whispered.
Reaching over my head with one hand, I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the floor, then settled myself on top of her. Her thighs opened to make room for me, and her hands fell to my shoulders as I began to kiss my way down her throat, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and lifting it until the smooth skin of her stomach was exposed. I ran my tongue along her ribs to the underside of her breasts. Slowly, like I was unwrapping a precious gift, I lifted her shirt higher, much as I had earlier, until her dark mauve nipples were exposed, following every inch of skin I revealed with my mouth. “Take this off,” I ordered.
Sera lifted her upper body until I could pull her shirt off and toss it onto the floor with my own. Then, with a quick glance at her face to make sure she wasn’t freaking out, I added her pants to the pile.
When I had her naked and spread out before me, her expression clouded and she didn’t seem to know where to look, her hands automatically moving to try to cover herself. Gently, I took them within my own. Her skin was still red where she’d scrubbed it with cleanser. And she was still a little thin. But to me, she was perfection. “So fucking beautiful,” I murmured. “Sera…” Her name was said on a reverent breath. “…you’re so goddamn fucking beautiful.”
Her eyes locked onto my face and unlike her, I didn’t look away. “You stun me with your beauty,” I told her. “You take my fucking breath away.”
Her lips parted at my words, her arms relaxing her sides.
Releasing one of her hands, I pressed my palm flat to her belly, just above the soft curls between her thighs. Taking my time, I slid it up between her breasts until I could feel her racing heart. “There were times, this past week, when I wondered if I’d ever be able to touch you like this again,” I admitted.
“I did too,” she whispered.
I raised my eyes from her breasts until they clashed with her gaze. “It fucking terrified me.” Our eyes connected as an unspoken communication passed between us.
Lowering my hips between her legs, I took one hard nipple between my teeth, rolling it around on my tongue until she moaned and squirmed beneath me. Then I released it and did the same with the other side before kissing my way down her stomach. I needed the taste of her on my tongue.
“Enzo…”
Her voice was shaky. Unsure.
Not now. Fucking hell, baby. Don’t tell me to stop now.
Draping her legs over my shoulders, I ran my tongue between her wet folds until I found the sweet spot that made her hips buck.
“Enzo!”
CHAPTER9
Enzo
“Oh, god…”
Sera’s cries of passion were something I wondered if I would ever hear again. Her thighs clamped down on my shoulders, and I laid my arms over her hips to hold her still as her orgasm crashed over her. Before she had a chance to come down, I climbed over her, shoving my pants and boxer briefs down as I went until my cock sprang free. Come leaked from the head and I gripped myself in my fist, spreading it over her as I probed at her entrance.
“Enzo. Stop. Please. Stop. STOP.”
I barely heard her pleas through the haze of lust and the pounding of my pulse in my ears. Grinding my teeth until my jaw hurt, I froze above her. “Sera,” I breathed. I wasn’t above begging at this point. I needed to be inside of her. To feel her around me, warm and alive and screaming my name.
But she was stiff with fear beneath me. And her eyes, when they met mine, were bright and wild. “I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry.” Her voice was thick with tears.
They banked the fire inside of me enough so that I could hear her. I held myself completely still above her, my arms shaking with the effort. Looking down, I saw her eyes were squeezed shut and her face was a mask of fear. “Hey, hey. Sera. Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.”
She blinked her eyes open, gradually focusing on me.
“It’s just me, baby girl. You’re okay. It’s just me.”
Her eyes were red with tears. “I’m so sorry,” she told me.
I pressed my lips to the corners of her eyes, tasting the salt of her fear and pain. “You don’t need to apologize,” I told her. “But you need to tell me what you need from me. Do you really want me to stop?”
