Moisture gathers between my thighs and I clench them together, wanting to alleviate the discomfort, seeking something more but not knowing what.
There's a glaring emptiness inside me, and I'd like nothing better than for him to fill it.
"Please," I whimper, my fists clenched in his shirt, holding him closer.
"Please what, little tigress? I want your words."
"Make the ache go away," I whisper.
"Where do you ache?" His hands start trailing down my body, close to that place that needs him most. A breath catches in my throat as he stops just above my belly button.
"Here?" he asks in a husky tone, and I shake my head, trying to guide him lower.
"Here?" He moves only an inch lower, and while the teasing might be amusing to him, for me, it's pure torture.
My hand comes down on his, shamelessly placing it between my legs.
"You want me to pet your greedy little pussy?" His words leave me breathless, and the moment I feel his fingers at my center, my head falls back with a sob. He's playing with my wetness, spreading it around.
"You're so fucking wet, little tigress," he groans, inserting one finger inside me. My hips almost jump off the table at the sudden invasion, my mouth open in a sharp moan. "Tell me it's for me.Just for me!" His words are biting in my ear, his harsh tone arousing instead of scaring me.
"Yes, just for you. Please," I answer promptly, anything to make him move. The compulsion to have him deeper, filling me further, makes me buck my hips against his hand. He's given me my first taste of lust, and now I want it all.
All too soon, he's gone from my body. I open my eyes, feeling inflamed and bereft. He's standing in front of me, his expression a mixture of desire and curiosity, as if he's seeing me for the first time. All too soon, this changes, a slow, sensuous smile spreading across his features.
He brings his finger to his mouth, my wetness still coating the digit. He wraps his lips around it, sucking, and I don't think I've ever seen something more tantalizing.
My nipples are painfully erect, they too waiting for his attention. But for now, I just want him back inside me, an insane craving for both pleasure and pain ravaging my body.
God, what's happening to me?
I want him to ravage me, to plunge into me and tear me apart only to put me back together again. And somehow, as I look into his eyes, I know he feels the same.
"Enzo?" I ask tentatively when I see he's just staring at me. Iwant to shout at him, to beg him to simply take me, but my pride won't let me go down that roadjustyet.
He's on his knees in front of me, parting my legs. Then I feel his tongue—a long swipe that has me writhing under his assault. His palms are on my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he brings me closer to his mouth.
He wraps his lips around my clit, teasing, suckling, and making me squirm. I grip his hair, tugging at it as he continues his onslaught, my nerves tingling from all the sensations.
He thrusts two fingers into me, a stinging, tight fit that makes me gasp. He pumps them in and out of me, his teeth nibbling at my clit, and a cascade of feeling descends upon me. It starts with a slight trembling that turns into an electrifying, all-body shudder. I clench around him, my breathing harsh as I'm coming down from my high.
He doesn't stop, though. He continues to work his fingers in and out of me, and soon they imitate a scissoring movement.
"Ouch," I wince, feeling a sharp pain. I pull at his hair, the pleasure gone and leaving only pain in its wake. "Enzo," I push at him, and at last, he stands up, a trace of blood on his lips.
"What…" I frown as he takes his fingers, both covered in a mix of my arousal and blood, and licks them.
"You're mine now, Allegra." His hand grasps my jaw, bringing my face to his. "Your virginity is mine." His words confuse me, but I don't have time to debate what he's talking about as his mouth comes crashing down on mine. On his tongue, I taste myself and a tinge of iron—the blood of my virginity.
He grips my nape and holds me to him, the savage assault of his kiss messing with my senses.
This should be wrong.
And yet it can't be. Not when I return the kiss full force, leading him between my open legs, my hands going to his trousers.
Pain… more pain and more pleasure.
I'm ready for everything he has to offer.
