Chapter 23
“I fucking love being buried inside you,” Enzo groans against my neck, leisurely thrusting into me. “I can’t get enough of you. And I don’t know if I ever will.”
As I stare up at him, I can’t get enough either.
Especially the way he looks at me—absolute adoration.
Slowly closing the distance between us, he brushes his lips against mine and kisses me with the same languidity that he’s claiming my body.
There’s no rush. Just slow, careful exploration—full of affection and desire.
The connection we’ve ached for in the days since Cillian and Nikolai’s return when we couldn’t touch each other .
He worships me for what feels like hours, whispering his unfettered devotion—his hands and mouth explore my body as I come for him again and again. “Enz… Daddy…” I plead his name, the pleasure he’s providing slowly becoming almost unbearable.
“Just a little more for me,” Enzo peppers the words across my cheek, picking up his pace. “Can my good girl give me just a little bit more?”
I struggle to give him my answer, eventually squeaking out, “Yes, Daddy.”
Holding himself above me on one arm, he beams at me with pride.
His fingers slip into my hair and he tenderly lifts my head—steering my gaze to where our bodies meet.
“Watch your sweet pussy swallow my cock,” he demands, repeatedly thrusting every inch of his length into me. “Watch us as I fuck a baby into you.”
My body reacts to his words in ways I can’t even describe. Suddenly teetering at the edge of pleasure and pain again, I cry, “Please, Daddy.”
“Are you begging for my cum, princess? Do you want me to spill myself inside you?”
“Yes…” I pant with need.
His already dark eyes burn with hunger, and he breathlessly grits, “Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want you to fill me,” I groan, my fingers digging into the rippling muscles of his back. “Fill me until I grow round for you. ”
His eyes darken, and he drives into me without abandon.
He slams into me for a few more thrusts and roars, “Fuck!” His cock throbs inside my quivering pussy as he violently spills into me.
He lays my head on the mattress and engulfs me with his body, his lips immediately finding mine.
His hand cups my cheek, and I rub my face deeper into his palm.
“One day, princess…” he mumbles through our kiss, my heart swelling at the ridiculous notion. One he sounds so certain of.
His softening cock slides from me, and he rolls us both onto our sides.
I press my hand to his chest, the steady beat of his heart pulsing against my palm.
“This is crazy,” I exhale, as much to myself as to him.
Because it is. The two of us simply being together is preposterous.
The speed at which I’m falling for him— and him for me— is absolutely absurd.
But it doesn’t matter how illogical it is, because there’s no stopping it.
“Maybe,” Enzo laments, pressing his forehead against mine and running his calloused hands along my back.
The way he says it is so nonchalant—like it doesn’t matter in the slightest. He pulls me tighter to him, and the world shrinks around us, to nothing more but the two of us wrapped in each other on this bed.
Pulling back from him just enough to see his face, I confess, “I missed you.” I feel foolish the moment the words pass over my lips. It’s not like he was gone. But since Cillian and Nikolai came home, things haven’t been the same.
“I missed you, too, princess.” He drags me back into him, pressing my face against his chest. “I fucking hate this. Having you right next to me and knowing that I can’t touch you. ”
Lying together in the dark, the room grows silent as we cling to each other, stealing every last second of touch that we can. Both of us know he can’t stay in here. The chance of getting caught is far too risky.
I fit against him, tucking into the space at his side, nuzzling my head against his shoulder with his arm wrapped around my back. “Enz?” I mutter groggily, fighting my heavy eyelids to stay in this moment with him. “Why’d you risk giving me your blanket last night?”
“You looked cold,” he softly quips, placing a tender kiss against the top of my head.
“Seriously…” I press, trying not to fidget and make this more awkward than I fear I already have.
“Eavan, princess…” Enzo tightens his hold on me. “Are you trying to rationalize this? To make sense of me? Of us?”
I don’t deny it. I can’t.
“Wanting to be your Daddy goes far beyond sex and this insatiable need to have my hands on you,” he discloses. “Yes, there’s a physical side, but it’s so much more than that. I want to care for you. Protect you. Guide you. Help you grow.”
“And your handprints on my ass helps me grow?” I tease.
“Yes, my bratty little princess.” I can hear the smile spreading on his face through his tone. “Discipline is a form of love, not punishment. It’s to remind you that rules and structure are there for your benefit. And right now, most of them are geared toward ensuring I can keep you safe.”
I swallow hard, my chest tightening at his reminder of the danger that I’m in. His fingers draw idle lines on the back of my arm—every touch grounding and easing the pressure in my chest—the tenderness undoing me.
My fingers move on their own, reaching for his. He doesn’t hesitate. His hand closes around mine like it belongs there as our fingers lace together. I gently squeeze his hand and nuzzle closer to him.
He presses his lips to the top of my head and exhales slowly. “As much as I want to stay in here with you, I can’t.”
“I know.” As much as I hate it, I can’t argue. Cillian would kill us if he walked in on this.
Holding me snug to him, he lightly strokes my hair. “You should try to sleep,” he murmurs.
“I don’t want to.” I shake my head, fighting both my grogginess and his instruction. “I don’t want to fall asleep knowing that I’m going to wake up alone.”
“You need to,” his voice is soft and tender. “I’ll stay as long as I can. And know that I hate the idea of sliding from this bed. It pains me as much as it does you.”