He shook his head in quiet disappointment, then warning, before releasing me. My breathing turned labored when he pressed his palms to my thighs, pinning me to the bed.
Our eyes locked, but neither of us spoke.
I waited, almost desperately, for his next move.
He dragged his tongue slowly across his lower lip, staring me down.
A warm heat rushed up my face. No matter how insane I thought he was, a traitorous part of me wanted to know what it’d feel like for Enzo to touch me in places he hadn’t yet.
I’d never felt so exposed, but I was grateful that whoever had changed my clothes left my panties on.
But the way Enzo looked at me made me doubt they’d stay there long.
Just as that thought hit, he hooked his fingers into my panties, dragged them down my legs, and tossed them aside. He cupped his cut hand around my center and squeezed it tight in possession.
My knees pressed around his waist, locking him in place because I was just as batshit crazy for thinking any of this was a good idea.
His grip eased, and a second later, his fingers moved through the slick heat between my legs. His starefixed there.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered under his breath before pushing a finger inside me.
I sucked in a breath, arching my back against the mattress.
“And tight,” he added, more to himself than to me.
I clutched the blanket in my fists when he added another finger, plunging them so deep inside me that I swore he was close to reaching my heart.
His eyes stayed on my face, watching my every reaction, watching the unbearable tension roll through me.
When he shifted lower, kneeling so his face was level with my hips, my pulse set on fire. I should’ve been embarrassed with his faceright there, but for some reason, all I wanted was for him to give me more before I had to beg for it.
The veins in his neck pulsed, his face ticcing, as he parted my folds with pure focus.
“See,” he muttered. “You’re not the only one who kneels in this arrangement.” His voice lowered, now rougher as he nuzzled his lips against my folds. “But don’t take that kindness for weakness. This is still one-sided, but remember, I always take care of what belongs to me.” He ran his tongue up my slit once, and his warm breath drifted along my skin. “I’ll give you pleasure, my Fawn. So much of it that when this is over, you’ll feel empty without me. You’ll beg for me when I discard you. For the rest of my life, you’ll ache for me everywhere.”
Shoot, I’m aching for him now.
Burning from the inside out for him to touch me.
A sharp inhale left him and then aptui.
I shot up, digging my elbows into the mattress, while staring at a madman.
Did he … did he just spit inside me?
Before I could ask him what the actual hell, he shoved his finger inside me, swirling it in a circle, while inching his head closer.
I cried out at his first lick, the fire inside me intensifying with eachone after.
My head lolled back, my body relaxing more than it had in years as he devoured me like his favorite meal.
I hadn’t expected to surrender to Enzo like this.
I’d planned to make this hard on him, to give him hell, to show him that not all Fawns were obedient.
Damn, did he prove me wrong.
My knees shook around him, hitting the sides of his face, but he didn’t seem to care.
