Chapter 54
FIFTY-FOUR
ENRICO FERRARA
I knew this shouldn’t be happening.
I knew it with every shred of reason I still had left — but all reason vanished the instant my lips touched Valentina’s.
That kiss stole every ounce of control from me, tearing down every defense, every promise I had made to myself during the endless years without her, and during the months since we’d been thrown back into each other’s lives.
Valentina was pure fire.
My body burned with every touch, every muffled moan against my mouth, every small tug she gave my hair, demanding more — demanding everything I had locked away and suffocated for years.
“Enrico…” she whispered against my lips, her voice breathless and sweet, my name turning into an irresistible plea that made every muscle in my body tense with need. “We shouldn’t… but I don’t know how to fight this anymore.”
My heart pounded in my chest with a force that bordered on pain.
I wanted her like madness.
I was starving for her.
I needed her with an urgency that tasted like desperation.
Five years.
Five entire years living in torment — longing, desire, guilt. Five years without touching another woman, because none of them could even come close to the devastating effect Valentina had always had on me.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” I murmured, pressing her harder against the kitchen counter, fitting my body to hers without leaving a single millimeter between us.
“Tell me this is wrong… tell me you hate me… tell me I don’t belong between your legs anymore.
Because if you don’t, Valentina… I’m going to fuck you until the past disappears. ”
She exhaled shakily, her lips trembling as her hands slid up my shoulders, gripping hard, searching for something solid.
“Enrico… we can’t…”
I ignored her weak resistance, dragging my mouth along her soft neck, biting the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Her body shuddered against mine, a low, absolutely delicious moan spilling from her lips.
“Of course we can,” I growled against her skin, my voice low and rough, my hands moving possessively over her waist, gripping her hips and pulling her hard against me. “We need this. You need it just as much as I do, Valentina. Don’t deny it now.”
Before she could argue again, I claimed her mouth in another devastating kiss, stealing whatever resistance she still had left.
My entire body vibrated with arousal, my erection already painfully hard against her, making it impossible to hide how much I wanted her — how desperate I was.
“This is cruel, Enrico. Making me feel everything again like nothing ever happened.”
“You can run from my name, Val… but your body still calls me the same way,” I confessed against her lips, my voice a mix of urgency, passion, and raw desperation. “Five years, Valentina. Five years without another woman. Not one. You’re the only one I want. The only one I ever wanted.”
She froze for a brief second, her eyes locking with mine in surprise, disbelief, and something deeper — heavier. Emotion shimmered in her dark irises.
“You… you didn’t have anyone?” she murmured, still struggling for breath.
I shook my head, sliding my fingers over her face, caressing her gently before letting a wicked, intent smile return.
“No one. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. You destroyed any chance I ever had with another woman. No one else satisfies me. No one else makes me lose my mind like you do. Do you want me to stop, Valentina? Because if I keep going… there’s no turning back.”
She stared at me for what felt like an eternity.
“Then stop,” she said with her mouth, even though every fiber of her body screamed the opposite.
“I lied. I won’t be able to.”
She bit her lower lip, trembling against me, and I snapped.
My hands slid down, slipping beneath her dress, touching her hot, bare skin as I murmured into her ear:
“And now, Valentina, I’m finally going to kill this hunger. You’re mine, and I’m going to prove it to you in every possible way. I’m going to lick every inch of your body until you forget your own name.”
The rough sound of her moan was all I needed to lose the last scrap of control.
My hands explored her curves hungrily, feeling the softness of her warm skin beneath my fingers. She was perfect — achingly familiar and yet different. Time had shaped her into something even more irresistible, making every touch more urgent, more intense.
I grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her easily, sitting her on the cold kitchen counter. Her dress rode up instantly, revealing the intoxicating sight of her legs and the delicate black lace of her panties.
My heart nearly exploded with desire at the sight.
I spread her thighs gently and positioned myself between them.
Valentina watched me with dark eyes full of desire and uncertainty, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my hands along the inside of her thighs, moving closer — slowly — to the most sensitive place between them.
She gasped, eyes fluttering shut as my fingers brushed her wet panties.
“Look at me, Valentina,” I demanded, my voice firm and rough. When her eyes opened again, I smiled and pressed my fingers against her pussy through the thin fabric, feeling how soaked she was. “I want to look into your eyes while I make you moan my name.”
She swallowed hard, shuddering under my touch. I slipped my hand inside her panties, feeling her heat directly — her slick, swollen skin driving me insane.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Valentina,” I whispered, rubbing my fingers along her entrance, teasing her slowly, feeling her tremble. “Is all of this for me?”
“You know it is,” she moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into me as I kept stroking her.
With a satisfied grin, I lowered myself, keeping eye contact as I pulled her panties aside. Her gaze was a mix of desire and shock, anticipation blazing as I brought my mouth closer to her pussy, her sweet, intoxicating scent flooding my senses.
“You’re my addiction, Valentina… and now I’m going to use my mouth until you overdose.”
“Enrico…” she breathed, almost pleading, her hips lifting toward me.
“Easy, amore mio,” I murmured against her sensitive skin, my lips brushing her clit, drawing a sharp moan from her. “I want to savor every inch of you. I want to lick you until you beg for more.”
Before she could answer, I dragged my tongue slowly from her entrance up to her clit, feeling every tremor, every involuntary spasm ripple through her body.
The hot, wet pressure of my mouth on her most sensitive spot ripped a deep, uncontrolled moan from her that echoed through the kitchen.
I gripped her thighs, holding her open as I ate her with hunger, taking my time, exploring every reaction, every sound, every taste.
Valentina writhed, moaning loudly, unable to stop the spasms taking over her body as my attention intensified.
My hands slid to her hips, holding her firmly in place, keeping her completely exposed for me. When I felt her nearing the edge, I pulled back slightly, lifting my gaze to meet hers — her eyes glassy with desire, desperate.
“Please… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice weak and shaky.
I smiled wickedly.
“I won’t, tesoro. I want to feel you come in my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name.”
Without waiting, I went back to her with even more intensity, sucking her clit almost aggressively, driving her straight into orgasm.
Her hands tangled in my hair, her legs shaking violently around my shoulders as she screamed my name, completely losing control.
Valentina came hard against my tongue, moaning desperately. And that was only the beginning.
She was still trembling when I rose, taking in her flushed face and glazed eyes. Her chest heaved, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
“You have no idea how long I waited for this, Val,” I rasped, my fingers gliding over her hot, damp thighs. “You can’t imagine how many times I thought about you… how many times I dreamed of tasting you again. This was just the first.”
I still have five years of longing to take out on you.
She bit her lip, shooting me a loaded look as her hands slid down my chest to the waistband of my pants, urgency burning in her touch.
“Then don’t make me wait,” she whispered, opening my zipper, her eyes daring me. “Show me how much you need me.”
Her sweet, provocative voice nearly destroyed me.
Her hand wrapped around my cock — rock hard, throbbing — pulling a rough, satisfied groan from my chest. The sensation of her touching me again after so many years was indescribable — pleasure and relief colliding like a shockwave.
She stroked me slowly, confidently, with a familiarity that drove me even crazier.
I yanked her dress up and off in one swift motion. Her bra and panties followed in a rush. I paused only to take in the sight:
Valentina.
Naked on the kitchen counter.
Flushed.
Open.
Waiting.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmured honestly, sliding a hand over her breasts, squeezing gently, feeling her nipples harden against my palm. “I never forgot how perfect you are. No other woman compares to you.”
She swallowed, eyes locked on mine as she spread her legs wider, inviting me.
I didn’t wait another second.
I positioned myself between her thighs again, dragging the tip of my cock slowly along her soaked entrance, spreading her wetness even more.
“Still fits like before. Like my body waited for you this whole time.”
“Fuck… your body still recognizes me, Val.”
And mine?
Mine never forgot the way home.
She arched her hips, offering herself completely.
I gripped her hips and pushed in slowly, savoring the delicious resistance of her tight, hot body wrapping around me in perfect, maddening pressure.
“Valentina…” I groaned, eyes closing briefly as I absorbed the sensation. “You’re so tight… so fucking perfect…”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her mouth opening in a loud, broken moan as I started to move.
Every thrust was longing, desperation, and pure pleasure blended into one. I fucked her without restraint, filling her completely, feeling her body clench around me like it was made for this.
Our mouths collided in a devouring kiss as I drove into her, claiming her completely.
She moaned my name, arching into me, taking every hard, deep thrust I gave her.
The sound of our breathing, of skin slapping skin, filled the kitchen, amplifying the heat and urgency consuming us.
I held her tighter, speeding up, thrusting harder, hearing her moans turn desperate. Her legs wrapped around my waist, nails raking my back, demanding more.
“Like that, Enrico… please… harder…” she begged, her face consumed by pleasure.
I smiled darkly, pressing my forehead to hers as I drove into her even harder.
“You’re going to come again, Valentina. And this time, it’s going to be with me inside you,” I promised into her ear. “I want to feel you break for me.”
Her body answered before she could.
She clenched around me violently, screaming my name as she came again, shaking uncontrollably.
The sensation dragged me over the edge instantly.
“I’m coming with you… fuck…” I growled as pleasure exploded through me.
My orgasm was brutal — intense, devastating. Five years of restraint detonated as I spilled myself deep inside her, filling her completely.
She cried out, nails buried in my back as we held onto each other, trembling, trying not to collapse.
For long seconds, we stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies pressed together.
“Fuck, Val… I came like it was the first time. And it was better than I ever dreamed,” I panted. “Touching you again is like coming home… and realizing I always lived inside you.”
My heart hammered as I looked at her flushed, satisfied face.
I smiled, gripping her waist and lifting her easily off the counter, pressing her to my chest. She gasped, wrapping her arms around my neck instinctively as I headed toward the stairs.
“Enrico… what are you doing?” she asked, breathless and dazed.
My grin widened.
“Taking you to my bed. I have five years of missing you to make up for, amore. That’s going to take time,” I promised, squeezing her tighter as I climbed. “I’m not done with you, Valentina. I’m just getting started.”
If tomorrow you want to hate me again, fine.
But tonight, I don’t care whether you love me or hate me.
I’m going to make you come until there’s nothing left inside you but me.