Page 73 of Tailored for You

“Look at you,” he said, brushing the hair caught under me out and fanning it on the bed. “Perfetto.” He gazed down, dragging his eyes from my face to my hair. The lust turned to hunger in his eyes, like he hadn’t eaten in days, and he was starving. “Now you’re ready to come on my tongue.”

My breath hitched. I grabbed his shirt, suddenly scared of what might happen next. I was unbelievably unprepared to be fucked by a man like Enzo.

He must have read the nerves on my face. “Don’t worry, ciata miu. I will make you come until you can’t take it anymore. Then I’ll feed you berries, lick the honey off your body, and do it again.”

He bent his head to my breast, sucking my nipple. A jolt of electricity ran through my body. I whimpered, my legs curling around him, trying to keep him right there.

“Lorenzo,” I started to say, with no idea how to finish the sentence.

He flicked my nipple with his tongue. “I like how you say my name. I want to hear you scream it.” He worked his way back up my body and kissed me. Hard, long, and wet. “Can you do that? Scream my name?”

I nodded, unable to form words. I would do anything to get his mouth on me.

“Lorenzo,” I pleaded. He was teasing me now, his mouth hovering over my body, just out of reach. He laughed, bending down and kissing my throat, sucking on my pulsing vein.

Oh my god. This was happening.

He left light, soft, sucking kisses down my body until he nestled himself between my legs.

He held one foot, his thumb tracing the dainty clasp that wrapped around my ankle. “These make your legs look a mile fucking long. I'm going to buy you a hundred of these, so I can torture myself when you wear them.”

He gripped my hips, yanking me to the edge of the bed. A surprised squeak came out of me.

Enzo kissed one thigh, then the other, placing my legs on either shoulder. “I want to feel your heels on my back. Mark me, amore.”

My heart raced as he bent his face to my pussy, taking in a deep breath and groaning. He said something in Italian, and I vowed to dedicate myself to learning that language.

I fisted the sheets as he licked, his tongue slowly swirling on my clit. He did it again, savoring, taking his time with each swipe.

I gasped, a hand shooting to his head, trying to keep him there.

He ate at me, building me up. I had never felt like this, an ache growing in me.

“Oh, god,” I rasped out. My body moved on its own, seeking his lips, his tongue for more.

I yanked at his hair, uncaring if it hurt him, because I was so close and I needed to get there, or I was going to die.

“Please, Lorenzo, please,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.

My heels dug into his back, and I knew I was marking him the way he demanded. The way I needed to.

He sucked on my clit, long and hard.

My back bowed off the bed as the pleasure rolled through me. I had no control over my body or the way I cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

Panting, I opened my eyes, chest heaving as I tried to orient myself. That this wasn’t another dream.

Enzo kneeled between my legs, his lips and chin glistening with my release.

“Perfetta,” he said as he brought one leg up, kissing my ankle and undoing the straps. He did the same to my other leg. “You taste like heaven.”

He stood, ripping off his clothes like they were on fire. Finally, I got to see him, all of him. The tattoos, a work of art, wrapped around his body. His skin was tan from our time in the sun.

Everywhere I’d touched while rubbing in the lotion, marveling at the intricate designs, I now wanted to trace with my tongue. I wanted to get close and follow the lines that went below his waist, connecting the designs from his chest to his legs.

The warrior armor. The protector. My protector.

My heartbeat pounded. After all the fantasizing, all the wanting—he was right there, waiting for me to reach for him.