"Enzo," she suddenly calls my name, her expression rather thoughtful.
"Hmm?" I ask, my lips already tracing the column of her neck, hungry for her, restless for her.
"Make love to me, please," she whispers softly, a small dot of red marring her cheeks.
"You don't have to ask twice, little tigress."
I'm trying very hard to control myself and give her a slow and sensuous experience. After the failure of last time, I want her to feel all of my love.
I skim the underside of her breasts with my hand, taking up the sweater and tugging it off her. She's not wearing a bra, and the sight of her perky titties is making my mouth water.
"Fuck, just the sight of you like this…" I shake my head, words failing me.
But I aim to worship her body today so she'll have no doubt of my feelings.
Her fingers trace my wound, her brows drawn together.
"Does it hurt?" she asks, leaning in to kiss it. Her tongue sneaks out, and she traces the outline of the gash, lapping up theblood. I feel a tingly sensation at the site, but her mouth is like a panacea, taking away all the hurt and leaving only bliss behind.
She slowly moves up, licking her way up my neck until she reaches my jaw, a spark of mischief in her eyes.
"You're going to be a naughty tigress today?" I ask her, and she giggles, her arms winding around me, her lips seeking mine.
I kiss her like she's the shore and I'm the sea, the waves that swallow up the welcoming sand, forgetting where one ends and the other begins—forged in fire but tempered in water, the yin and yang of being.
Because only in her arms do I truly feel whole.
60
ENZO
I holdon tight to her as our mouths fuse together, her nipples brushing against my chest, my blood smearing even further on her pristine canvas.
Nibbling at her lips, I move to her cheek, dragging my tongue toward her ear.
"Abyss," I whisper against her skin. "Just like a bottomless pit, my feelings for you know no bounds. Emptiness or infinity, it's just a matter of perspective."
She turns her head toward me, her pupils dilated with desire, her irises drowned in her arousal. "Infinity," she smiles. "I like that," she says, and her lips are on mine once more.
I lay her down slowly, my body blanketing hers, my hands roaming all over her naked flesh. Dipping my head lower, I move my mouth down her neck, reaching her tits. I take one bud in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while I massage the other with my hand.
She arches her back, bringing her lower half into me as I tease her.
"Enzo," her breathless sound is all the encouragement I need to continue.
Hands in my hair, she's pressing my face into her tits, a scrape of teeth against her nipple making her moan in surrender.
After I offer the same ministrations to the other nipple, I move lower, my hands hurrying to unzip her pants and tug them off her legs.
She's wearing a scrap of material for panties, the outline of her pussy lips visible through the drenched white cloth.
I bury my nose between her legs, inhaling her musky scent. When I give her a long lick, she whimpers, raising her hips to meet my mouth.
Greedy little tigress.
"Fuck me, love, you're dripping," I rasp against her sensitive flesh, blowing hot air and making her squirm under me.
She wraps her legs around my neck, bringing me flush against her.
