Chapter 60 - Enzo
ENZO
I hold on tight to her as our mouths fuse together, her nipples brushing against my chest, my blood smearing even further on her pristine canvas.
Nibbling at her lips, I move to her cheek, dragging my tongue toward her ear.
"Abyss," I whisper against her skin. "Just like a bottomless pit, my feelings for you know no bounds. Emptiness or infinity, it's just a matter of perspective."
She turns her head toward me, her pupils dilated with desire, her irises drowned in her arousal. "Infinity," she smiles. "I like that," she says, and her lips are on mine once more.
I lay her down slowly, my body blanketing hers, my hands roaming all over her naked flesh. Dipping my head lower, I move my mouth down her neck, reaching her tits. I take one bud in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while I massage the other with my hand.
She arches her back, bringing her lower half into me as I tease her.
"Enzo," her breathless sound is all the encouragement I need to continue.
Hands in my hair, she's pressing my face into her tits, a scrape of teeth against her nipple making her moan in surrender.
After I offer the same ministrations to the other nipple, I move lower, my hands hurrying to unzip her pants and tug them off her legs.
She's wearing a scrap of material for panties, the outline of her pussy lips visible through the drenched white cloth.
I bury my nose between her legs, inhaling her musky scent. When I give her a long lick, she whimpers, raising her hips to meet my mouth.
Greedy little tigress.
"Fuck me, love, you're dripping," I rasp against her sensitive flesh, blowing hot air and making her squirm under me.
She wraps her legs around my neck, bringing me flush against her.
"What do you need, little tigress? Tell me," I demand as I use one finger to torture her clit through the flimsy material.
Eyes closed, she releases a strangled moan as I let my finger slide lower and lower.
"Your mouth," she breathes out, her thighs tightening around me.
"My mouth," I continue to caress her with my finger, wanting to hear her ask for it. "Where do you want my mouth?"
"Right there," she mewls softly, grinding herself on me, "on my pussy."
I grip the band of her panties and pull outward, ripping the material off her, finally getting access to her pretty pussy.
Dipping one finger between her lips, I find her dripping and ready, her arousal clinging to my digit like sweet cream.
Seeing her all wet and ripe is enough to whet my already ravenous appetite.
I wrap my mouth around her clit in an open-mouthed kiss, my tongue stroking it just how she likes.
She starts writhing under me, and I give a long lick from her ass to her mound, using my tongue to probe at her entrance, teasing and nibbling until she's spasming, her thighs clenching around my head, her hands digging into my scalp.
To die worshiping her pussy might just be the best type of death.
"Enzo," she yelps, pulling my hair, her breath ragged as she reaches for that high. "I'm coming… I'm…" she trails off, her pussy flooding me with her juices, and I lap at her, drowning in her essence.
She's already limp, spent after her orgasm, as I lay a kiss on her pussy, slowly making my way up her stomach, her tits, and her neck before finally kissing her mouth.
With a roguish grin, she pushes at my shoulders, rolling with me until I'm on my back.
Straddling me, she has a dangerous glint in her eyes as she takes the bottle of whiskey and pours it slowly on her chest, the amber liquid flowing in a hypnotizing river between the valley of her breasts.
I rise, catching her by the waist and bringing her closer, my mouth open to imbibe her nectar.
Some drops of whiskey land on my wound, and the combination of pain and pleasure makes me hiss.
"The pain," she starts, letting the liquid drip on my stomach, "is for breaking my heart." Her voice is full and throaty, and no pain in the world would stop my cock from hardening at just that sound.
Putting the bottle next to me, she pushes me to the ground before lapping at the drops of whiskey with her tongue.
She moves lower until she reaches my pants. Raising her head slightly, she looks me in the eye, the question unspoken.
Thoughtful little tigress.
She must have understood why I'd always avoided this particular act, but ever since I dumped my mother at the bottom of the Hudson, I've started to realize I could, in fact, put the past behind me.
"No teeth this time," I tell her, my voice gruff, my hard cock already straining against the zipper.
She giggles softly, shaking her head.
"Only pleasure this time"—her cheek is right over my bulge as she traces the contour of my dick with her mouth half-open—"for putting my heart back together."
Her nimble fingers are quick to work the fly, lowering it until she makes contact with my hot flesh. She releases a soft gasp as she tries to wrap her small hand around me, her fingers not quite meeting as she strokes me up and down.
I breathe out harshly, my eyes closed as I focus on her innocent touch.
"Tigress," I groan as her fingers brush the underside, her thumb on the head of my cock, swiping the moisture and using it as lubricant. "You're killing me." I can barely speak as she brings her hand down to my base before dragging it up again.
"I love your cock," she whispers, tilting her head to give me a tentative lick, tasting the beads of precum leaking from the tip. She gives it a kiss before blowing on it, making the hairs on my body stand up, my balls aching with anticipation.
"I'll never harm it again. Promise." She gives me an impish smile, and then her mouth is on me, open and inviting as she wraps her lips around the head, sucking me in.
"Fuck," I gasp, and she knows she has me at her mercy. She gives me a slow lick from base to tip, all the while looking at me with a devious spark in her eyes.
"What are you doing to me, little tigress?" I barely force the words out as she takes me deeper, her warm mouth enveloping my length until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. Her hands gently massage my balls, her touch as effective as dynamite.
"Fucking hell," I hiss, hands in her hair as I thrust into her mouth, my muscles strained, the pleasure too intense.
"You like my cock down your throat, don't you, my naughty little tigress?" I rasp as she swirls her tongue right under the tip.
Fuck me! How did I get so lucky?
Whatever she's doing to me works because soon I feel a tingling down my spine, and I know I'm close.
"I'm coming," I try to warn her, but she keeps on working me with her mouth until I simply explode. She's there to pick up the pieces as she swallows every last bit, shamelessly looking up and licking her lips as if it's the most delicious dessert.
"You're the best." I drag her up my body to kiss her, tasting myself on her just as she can taste herself on me. And fuck if that doesn't make me hard again.
She pushes me down, eyes on me as she looks around for something. A small smile appears on her face as she moves slightly to grab the knife before straddling me once more, my dick resting right between her labia.
"Allegra?" I ask as I watch her slide the knife over her palm before dragging it down my chest.
"Your turn," she says, her melodious voice enthralling.
I don't even ask what she means as she wraps my fingers over the hilt, pointing the tip of the knife right above her breast.
"Make me yours," she whispers, pushing it forward until it pierces the skin.
"You're mine anyway," I reply, the thought of hurting her making me sick.
"Do it," she urges, tightening her fingers on top of mine.
One look into her eyes and I see the conviction—but more than anything, I see her love.
I drag the knife down in a straight line, applying the barest pressure to break the skin. Blood coats the blade, but it's still not enough to hurt her.
Her breath hitches, and she trembles slightly in my arms as I engrave my initial into her flesh, arousal dripping from her pussy as she slowly moves back and forth on top of my dick. I'm already hard, her juices coating my shaft, the increased friction pure torture.
"Done," I say, dropping the blade and leaning in to suck at the errant blood.
The back of her hand presses to my cheek in a sweet caress.
"I want to fuck you, Enzo," she whispers in my ear, "will you let me?"
"Use me," I tell her, "use me and take your pleasure, little tigress. I'm all yours."
A satisfied smile appears on her face as she gives me a gentle shove.
I fall to my elbows, all the while watching her, entranced by her sensuous movements and the fluid sexuality dripping from her.
I'd known from the very beginning that under so much fire, there could only be a volcanic passion waiting to be awakened.
She raises herself slightly, moving her hips in a sultry dance, teasing me with the mere touch of her pussy on my skin. My cock is rock-hard and straining for attention.
No matter how much I'd like to shift her onto her back and plunge into her, I need to wait.
This is her moment.
She dips her hand between her legs, gathering her moisture and smearing it down my shaft. I close my eyes, acknowledging I've already lost this game.
She has me in the palm of her hand, and I can only focus on not spilling myself on the spot, the visual stimulus of her body—so seductive, the epitome of femininity—already taking me to the brink.
Finally, taking mercy on me, she captures me in her hand, positioning the head at her entrance and slowly lowering herself onto my cock.
Hooded eyes, mouth agape—pink and wet—she moans as I fill her, her walls snugly engulfing my cock.
The sensation is unlike any other. Her channel grips me tightly, her heat welcoming me home.
"Little tigress," I gruff out when she's impaled herself to the hilt. "I love you."
Her entire face lights up, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she returns the words.
"I love you too, Enzo. Forever."
Hands on my chest, just under my gash, she pushes herself up, my cock slipping almost completely out of her before she slides down again. She takes a moment to find her rhythm, but soon she's riding me like we've done this a million times in the past.
She gives a tiny whimper as my cock hits her spot. My hands on her hips, her own fingers playing with her nipples, she is fully in control as she fucks me with reckless abandon.
I let her take the reins until she's clamping down on me, her pussy gripping me tighter than a glove. Her face opens, her mouth parting on a crescent moan as she finds her release.
"Enzo," she whimpers, and it's all the encouragement I need to switch our positions, laying her on her back and pounding into her.
My fingers digging into her skin, I push deep into her, thrusting with all the pent-up longing, fucking her like a madman. She meets me stroke for stroke, rotating her hips and clenching around me, her hands wrapped around my neck and bringing me in for a kiss.
"You're fucking perfect," I groan just as I come, my cock jerking inside her and filling her with my seed.
Collapsing on top of her, I roll us over so that she's lying on my chest. I hold her in my arms as I kiss her brow, my cock still twitching inside her.
"So," she starts, her voice slightly unsure, "I guess this might be the time to tell you something," she says shyly, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
"What is it?" My brows draw up suddenly, fear gnawing at me.
"Uhm… remember that night at the ball?" she raises her head slightly to peer at me.
"Shit!" I exclaim, remembering my atrocious behavior. "Was I too rough with you?" I ask, afraid I might have unintentionally hurt her.
She shakes her head.
"No, of course not," she's quick to say, and a blush envelops her features.
She raises herself slightly until her mouth is next to my ear.
"I'm pregnant," she utters softly, her tone uncertain.
Even before I can fully digest the information, my lips stretch into a buoyant smile.
"Pregnant," I repeat, a sense of awe engulfing me. "Tigress, that's the best thing you could have ever told me," I tell her earnestly, kissing her pert little nose.
"My god, another baby," I say in wonder.
How did I get so lucky?