"Who did you say something so cute, Chloe? You're seducing me, so I got hard." Voice wrecked, husky. "Normal reaction."
"Normal? Your stitches came out less than two weeks ago."
He didn't let me finish. Thumb pressed my lower lip, sealing the rest.
"All your fault." Thumb dragged off, over chin, along jaw to ear. Tingles shot down my spine. "Why are you so damn irresistible?"
My face burned beyond saving. I pushed his chest, but it was weak, half-hearted. "This is the beach. Public."
He glanced around. Neighbors gone, sand empty. Last car engine faded from the lot. Just waves, wind, our ragged breaths.
"No one's here," he said, grinning with that dangerous spark that revved my pulse.
I tried to protest; his arms scooped under my knees and back, lifting me. I clung to his neck, face in his shoulder.
"Put me down! You'll rip your wounds!"
"They're almost healed."
"You're lying!"
He ignored me, carried me along the sand, around a big rock. Behind it, a natural dip, walled by stone, hidden from the beach. Fine sand layered flat, dry, moonlit silver.
Perfect spot for something illicit. Then he set me down on that platform, his body following mine down in one fluid motion. The platform felt secluded, like our own private world, the rocks shielding us from any prying eyes that might wander back. Moonlight filtered through, casting everything in a soft, ethereal glow. Enzo's weight pressed against me, careful despite his hunger, mindful of his healing body. But the heat in his eyes told me he wasn't holding back—not really.
I gasped as his mouth found mine again, deeper this time, tongue sweeping in with that possessive edge I'd come to crave. His hands roamed, one sliding up my thigh, bunching the white skirt higher, exposing skin to the cool night air. The contrast made me shiver—ocean breeze chilling where his touch burned.
"Enzo," I murmured against his lips, half protest, half plea. My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one, desperate to feel more of him. His chest was a wall of muscle under my palms, scars from the recent ordeal still pink and raised, but healing. I traced them lightly, a reminder of how close I'd come to losing him, and it only fueled the fire building inside me.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. "Chloe... fuck, you drive me crazy." His voice was gravel, raw with need. He shifted, settling between my legs, his hardness pressing insistent against my core through the thin barriers of fabric. I arched up instinctively, grinding back, and he hissed, fingers digging into my hip.
The sand shifted under us, soft and yielding, molding to our bodies as we moved. His free hand tugged at the strap of my dress, pulling it down my shoulder, exposing one breast to the night. Cool air pebbled my skin, but his mouth was there in an instant, hot and wet, lips closing around the nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks shooting straight to my center. I moaned, loud enough that the waves might have drowned it out, my hands threading into his dark hair, holding him there.
God, he knew exactly how to unravel me. Every flick of his tongue, every nip, built that ache deeper. I rocked against him, seeking friction, my panties already soaked from the teasing earlier. "More," I whispered, voice breathy and broken. "Please..."
He lifted his head, eyes locking on mine, dark and intense. A smirk tugged his lips— that cocky, knowing one that always made my stomach flip. "Greedy tonight, huh?" But he obliged, hand slipping under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my underwear before dipping inside. He found me slick and ready, stroking slow at first, circling my clit with expert precision. I bucked, a whimper escaping as pleasure coiled tight.
"Enzo... oh God..." My nails scratched down his back, urging him on. He added a finger, then two, pumping in and out, curling just right to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His thumb kept up the pressure on my clit, relentless, building me higher. Thesounds—wet, obscene—mixed with our heavy breaths and the distant crash of waves. It was filthy and perfect, this hidden moment on the beach, our wedding night unfolding in raw, unfiltered passion.
I came undone fast, too wound up from the day, the vows, everything. My body clenched around his fingers, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I cried out his name, back arching off the sand, toes curling into the grains. He didn't stop, drawing it out until I trembled, spent and panting.
But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He withdrew his hand, bringing fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a wicked grin. "Taste so fucking good, Chloe." Heat flooded my face again, but I couldn't look away.
He shrugged off his shirt completely, tossing it aside, then worked on his pants, freeing himself. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, veins pulsing, tip glistening. I reached for him, wrapping my hand around the shaft, stroking firm and slow, loving the way he twitched in my grip.
"Fuck," he growled, head falling back for a second before his eyes snapped back to mine. He pushed my skirt up fully, hooking fingers in my panties and yanking them down my legs. Cool air hit my exposed sex, but his body covered me quickly, skin on skin, heat everywhere. He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbing the head against my folds, teasing until I squirmed.
"Enzo, now," I demanded, voice husky, nails biting into his shoulders. He chuckled low, but thrust in deep, filling me completely in one smooth stroke. We both groaned, the stretch exquisite, that perfect fullness I'd missed. He paused, letting me adjust, forehead pressed to mine, breaths mingling.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, starting to move—slow rolls of his hips at first, building rhythm. Each thrust hit deep, grinding against that sensitive spot inside. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, meeting every push with my own. The sand shifted under us, but it only added to the wildness, our bodies sliding just enough to make it feel primal.
His pace picked up, harder, faster, skin slapping against skin.Sweat slicked us both, the salty air mixing with our scents. I raked my nails down his back, marking him, and he bit my neck in response, sucking a bruise that would show tomorrow. "Mine," he rasped, pounding into me, one hand pinning my hip to control the angle. Pleasure built again, coiling tight in my belly, every nerve alight.
I flipped us suddenly—or tried, but he let me, rolling so I straddled him on the sand. His hands gripped my thighs, guiding as I sank down, taking him deeper. From this angle, he hit even better, filling me to the hilt. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his base with each downstroke. His eyes devoured me, hands roaming up to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking nipples until I gasped.
"Chloe... shit, just like that." His voice broke, hips bucking up to meet me. I leaned forward, hair falling around us like a curtain, kissing him messy and deep. Tongues tangled, breaths shared, as I chased my release. He slipped a hand between us, fingers circling my clit again, and that was it. I shattered, clenching around him, waves of bliss ripping through me. He followed seconds later, thrusting up erratic, spilling hot inside me with a guttural moan.
We collapsed together, tangled limbs and heaving chests, the world narrowing to just us. Sand in my hair, his heartbeat thundering under my ear. He held me close, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, as the moon watched over our little hidden paradise.
