Chapter 12 Enzo
She stiffens beneath me, her eyes wild, lips parted like she’s already halfway to begging. I don’t move. Not yet. I keep my hips locked between her thighs and press her wrists harder into the mattress, watching her squirm under the weight of the command.
“Say it,” I command, voice rough with restraint. “Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you.”
Her breath catches. “You already know—”
“That’s not what I asked for.”
I lean in, grazing my nose along the edge of her jaw, letting her feel every ounce of the control I’m holding back for her. Her pulse kicks against my lips when I kiss the spot just below her ear.
“I want the words, Lilly,” I whisper. “I want to hear you beg for this cock.”
She lets out the smallest whimper—frustrated, desperate—and it goes straight to my dick. I grind against her again, just enough to make her curse, just enough to remind her who owns her body tonight.
“Fuck, Theo,” she breathes, trying to roll her hips. “Please. I need you. I want you to fuck me.”
My mouth curves against her throat, pride and possession blooming hot beneath my skin. She’s everything right now—writhing beneath me, eyes blown wide with need, and all mine. Every inch of her trembling.
“That’s what I’ve wanted to hear,” I murmur, dragging my lips down her neck, letting my teeth scrape along the tendon that jumps beneath my tongue. “So fucking pretty when you beg.”
I shift, just enough to free one of her wrists and let my palm trail down her side.
She gasps at the contact until my hand finds the underside of her thigh and hooks it higher around my waist. I press harder against her, not entering, just letting her feel the weight of what’s coming. The heat. The way I’ll stretch her.
“Do you feel that?” I whisper, rolling my hips, dragging the tip of my cock against her soaked center. “That’s what you’ve been begging for. That ache between your legs? That’s mine to fix.”
She whimpers, eyes pleading. “Please, Theo. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Stay right there,” I tell her. “Keep those legs open for me, baby.”
I reach to the side, fingers brushing the gold foil of the condom that’s been waiting on the mattress since the second I stripped her down. I hold it up so she can see and watch her eyes darken even more.
“My restraint ends here,” I growl, eyes locked on hers. “I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll forget every man who ever touched you before tonight.”
Her breath stutters when I sit back on my knees between her thighs, the foil wrapper crumpling in my fist. Her legs stay spread, trembling slightly, and fuck if that doesn’t make me ache.
She’s glistening, swollen, wrecked just from my words and the drag of my cock against her slit.
And I haven’t even given her what she’s begging for yet.
I roll the condom on with one hand, never taking my eyes off her.
She watches me do it, lips parted, chest rising with shallow breaths, like the sight alone is enough to make her come again.
I hum low in my throat and reach for her, one hand gripping beneath her knee as I guide her thighs wider, adjusting her body for mine.
I grip the base and press my tip against her entrance, watching her gasp as her body opens for me. Her hips twitch, trying to push up, but I pin her there—firm and steady—because this isn’t a rush.
The first push in makes her cry out, loud and broken.
“Oh my God—” she gasps, her hands clutching the sheets now that I’ve released her wrists. “Theo, fuck, you’re big.”
“Yeah?” I grind my jaw, forcing myself to still, even though my body screams to thrust. “Too much?”
“No—just—just go slow.”
“I will.” I press another inch in, gritting my teeth when her walls clench around me. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
She whines, her hands coming up to brace my arms, fingertips digging in. Her brows draw together, lips parted, expression caught somewhere between pleasure and the sharp edge of stretch.
I bend forward, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Breathe for me. You’re doing so good.”
Little by little, I ease in deeper, watching every twitch of her body, every flicker of her expression. When I bottom out, finally seated fully inside her, she lets out a helpless sound, full of need and surrender.
I keep my movements slow. Let her adjust. Let her feel all of me inside her.
She nods, glassy-eyed, panting. “Don’t stop. Please…just fuck me now.”
I begin to move. “Oh my God,” she moans, her voice trembling as her head tips back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Can you feel them?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her breath unsteady as I adjust to the foreign, exquisite pressure. “Holy hell, I feel them. They’re incredible.”
She’s soaked beneath me—slick, hot, and clenching around my cock.
Every roll of her hips is a siren’s call, dragging me deeper, daring me to lose control.
Her thighs are wrapped tight around my waist, nails scoring down my back as she arches, breathless, chasing the next thrust like it might ruin her if I don’t give it.
The air in the room is heavy with heat. Her skin glows, damp with effort, flushed with need. My mouth grazes her jaw as I drive into her, deep and unrelenting, savoring the tight drag of her pussy as she moans into my neck.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask.
She gasps, tilting her head back to bare her throat to me, every line of her body begging. “This,” she pants.
I give her one more long, teasing stroke, then still inside her completely. She whimpers, tightening her legs like she’s trying to force me to keep going.
“Not good enough,” I tell her. “Is there a fantasy in that dirty little mind of yours?”
Her breathing changes—just a fraction—but I feel it. A stutter of hesitation. I lift my head and look down at her. Her eyes flicker with something wicked.
“Can you handle something a little crazy?” she whispers.
My cock jumps inside her.
“Try me,” I growl, barely restraining the feral edge in my voice.
She swallows, then exhales like she’s diving off a cliff. “I want you to pretend you’re breeding me.”
Those words detonate something in my brain.
“Not in a real way. Keep the condom on. Just tell me you’re breeding me.”
The image hits fast and hard—her swollen belly under my hand, her breasts full and sensitive, cum leaking from between her thighs while I hold her hips down and fuck it deeper inside her. Her body, marked by me. Claimed by me. Changed by me.
My restraint snaps.
I hook one of her legs over my arm and thrust into her, hard. The sound of our bodies slamming together is filthy, raw, loud in the charged silence of the room.
“You want me to knock you up, baby?” I growl, eyes locked on hers. “You want this cock to fill you so full you’ll feel me for days?”
“Yes,” she breathes, a tremor in her voice, like she can’t believe she said it out loud. “Give me your cum.”
I slam into her, hips snapping, hard and relentless now. Each thrust hits deep, angled to make her cry out, to make her feel it. Her hands claw at the sheets, her body twisting beneath mine, wild and undone.
“You want to be filled?” I snarl, one hand gripping her jaw so she can’t look away. “Want to feel it dripping out of you while you imagine it taking root inside?”
She moans—high, frantic, desperate.
“Please,” she gasps, legs trembling as I drive her into the mattress. “Please, Theo—don’t stop—want all of it—”
I bear down over her, one arm under her back, the other between us, thumb working her clit in tight, ruthless circles. Her eyes flutter, rolling back as her body starts to tighten, shaking.
“Gonna give it to you,” I groan. “All of it.”
“Fuck, yes.” She sobs, gripping my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
I don’t stop. I can’t. I fuck her through it, every thrust a promise—every moan a vow. She’s mine. This body, this fantasy, this moment—it all belongs to me.
“You like being my breeding toy?” I hiss against her ear. “Like being used and filled until you can’t take anymore?”
“Yes—yes—”
I slam into her one last time, buried to the hilt, as the orgasm rips through me.
It’s brutal, staggering, hot and violent and so fucking deep it knocks the breath out of me.
I come in hard pulses, trapped in the fantasy she handed me on a silver platter, and for a second I believe it—that I’m filling her, marking her forever.
“Take it,” I growl through gritted teeth, my hands bruising her hips as I spill into the condom. “Take every last drop.”
She shatters beneath me, coming with a strangled cry, body convulsing around me, milking me through every spasm. Her eyes flutter open, dazed and wrecked, her lips parted in a blissful, fucked-out smile.
I collapse onto her, both of us shaking, slick with sweat and still tangled together. Her fingers drift through my hair.
“No one’s ever done that for me before,” she whispers.
I lift my head and grin, still buried deep inside her. “Yeah? Well, no one’s ever said something that fucking hot to me before.”
She gives a breathless laugh, face flushed and glowing. “Maybe I got carried away.”
I brush her hair back from her damp cheek and kiss her hard. “Then thank fuck you did. Don’t you dare be sorry for it. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She’s sprawled on her side, the sheet tangled around her legs, hair wild across my pillow. That smile—wrecked, lazy, unguarded—undoes me more than anything we just did.
She giggles, breathless, her skin still flushed from the heat we burned through. There’s a spark in her eyes I’d kill to keep, a glow I’d lock away if I could.
“I have to admit,” she says, voice husky, lips swollen from my mouth, “you kept your birthday orgasm promise. I feel like I blacked out in the best way.”
I grin. “I never break my promises.”
Her hum is a content sound that settles somewhere deep in my chest. She nudges her foot against mine under the blanket, her body curling closer until her head rests against my shoulder.
It’s ridiculous how right this feels—her weight against me, her laugh brushing the air, her fingers sketching meaningless shapes across my chest. I’m not used to being this soft. Or this…seen.
I brush her hair back from her cheek. “So,” I say, letting my thumb trail along her temple, “what’s your favorite color?”
She blinks up at me, brows lifting. “Seriously? You’re pulling the ‘what’s your favorite color’ card right now?”
“Obviously.” My mouth quirks, but my tone stays firm. “I just had my dick in two of your gorgeous holes. Pretty sure that buys me at least one personal fact.”
Her laugh is sudden and unrestrained, a snort she tries and fails to swallow. “God, you’re—” she shakes her head, still smiling, “—fine. It’s forest green.”
I arch a brow. “Why?”
She lifts one shoulder, thoughtful. “It’s the color of new beginnings. Trees. Moss. That soft part of nature that makes you feel small…but safe at the same time.”
I watch her, caught off guard. “Not the answer I was expecting.”
Her mouth tilts. “What were you expecting?”
“Pink. Maybe red. Something loud.”
She laughs quietly. “You’re thinking of my nails. Or the shoes.”
“Maybe.”
Her grin lingers, then she tilts her head. “Your turn. Favorite color?”
“Black.”
Her eyes roll, fond and exasperated. “Of course it is.”
I smirk, leaning in. “But—” I trace her bottom lip with my thumb, “I’ve developed a new fondness for red. This shade right here?” My voice drops. “Might be the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”
Her flush gives her away, and she tries to bury her face in the pillow. I tug her back and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“You’re dangerous,” she whispers.
“You’re not wrong.” My gaze holds hers. “But don’t pretend you’re safe either.”
The air softens after that. No rush. No pressure. Just her pressed against me, fingertips brushing lazy patterns along my ribs. Every time I twitch, she laughs quietly, the sound threading through the quiet until it feels like we’ve been here before.
Her hair spills over my chest as she shifts closer, her lips brushing lightly against my skin like she can’t help herself. The room is quiet, heavy with the kind of silence that doesn’t need filling, but she speaks anyway.
“I didn’t think I’d want this,” she whispers.
My hand moves through her hair. “Want what?”
“This—being held after. Letting someone see me when the rush is over.” Her words are tentative, almost shy, but she doesn’t pull away.
A heat settles in my chest that has nothing to do with lust. “You don’t have to hide with me.”
Her eyes search mine, the weight of them soft but sharp at once. “Do you always say things like that?”
“Only when I mean them.”
She presses her palm flat against my chest, right over my heartbeat, as if testing the truth of it. For a long moment, we just stay there, breathing together, the night stretching long and quiet around us.
Her lashes lower, and I feel her body start to sink heavier into mine. I graze my thumb over her cheek to keep her with me. “And I’ve meant every word.”
She hums and drifts off to sleep.