Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Enzo
I didn’t fucking kiss my Fawns.
Never had. Never planned to.
I’d never kissed anyone.
Other than my mom and sister on the cheek, and that didn’t count.
But for some reason, I couldn’t drag my mouth away from Blair’s.
How dare she think she could put her lips on mine?
She had more guts than I wanted her to have.
Blair’s lips felt like what I imagined heaven might be like, though I’d never find out, of course. Maybe that was why I wanted another taste.
Everyone wanted what they couldn’t have.
Blair was my little angel, my Fawn, and I was about to drag her straight into my hell.
I kissed her harder, stealing the breath from her lungs and loving the way it hitched when my hand curled around her neck.
I could taste myself on her tongue. I savored the flavor, mixed with mint.
My heartbeat thrashed like a monster in my chest as I stalked forward, guiding her into the hallway. She gasped when her back struck the wall.
I swallowed her shaky breaths, wishing I could inhale her completely and keep her there.
She moaned when I released her throat and shoved her skirt up, ripping her panties away and stuffing them into my pocket.
I quickly unbuckled my belt, already aching for her again.
All Blair had to do was breathe in my direction, and I was hard.
In seconds, I pulled out my cock, lined it up with her entrance, and thrust inside her.
She was soaked for me, and I loved that she’d probably been that way since her mouth had been wrapped around my cock.
“Yes,” she moaned as I bent my knees slightly, adjusting my angle and moving faster.
Her legs locked around my waist, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her steady in a storm. Her fingers dug into my shirt collar as her lips attacked mine.
I pounded into her, catching her lower lip between my teeth to steady us. Her fingers slid to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin through my shirt, and she didn’t even freeze when she heard voices coming from somewhere down the corridor.
I grinned against her lips, dragging my tongue across them before pulling back. “You hear them, Blair?” I asked, each stroke feeling better than the last. “Do you want them to see me fucking you like the little slut Fawn you are?”
She answered with a moan, pulling my mouth back to hers as a quiet, “Please,” escaped her.
As the voices grew louder, the tension in my body wound tighter.
There was a chance they could see us, but right now? I didn’t care. The electricity running through my veins felt like lightning under my skin. Nothing existed at this moment but Blair and me.
A switch turned on inside me, and I lost control as I fucked her.
Hard and fast and so fucking unforgiving that she’d be sore for days.
Her pussy swallowed my cock as if it was just as starved as I was for her.
I kept her facing me because I couldn’t stop kissing her.
Couldn’t stop tasting her.
And that was a problem for me.
It terrified me.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned against her mouth when she rolled her hips, matching my rhythm. “That’s right. Fuck me back, baby.”
She panted, and I loved that she was so wet that I could hear my dick moving inside her.
My grip tightened on her waist as I rammed my hips forward, needing her as close to me as possible.
I also needed her to hurry up and come all over my cock because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.
Her head tipped back, hitting the wall, as her legs trembled around me. I hated that I lost her mouth, so I dropped a hand from her waist to drag it back toward mine.
Relief hit me as our lips pressed back together. But now, it turned less into kissing and more like teeth colliding as our bodies moved together.
The voices got louder for a second before drifting away.
“Come on,” I grunted against her lips, shifting my hips again to better hit her G-spot. My hand slid beneath her skirt, my thumb finding her clit, moving over it in small circles.
That was her undoing.
Her pussy clenched against my cock, so damn tight. A sharp moan escaped her lips as she pressed into the wall. I held her there, both hands back on her hips, and kept her steady as her orgasm rolled through her.
I kept her pinned to the wall, fucking her hard, and I knew if I released her, she’d slide straight to the floor.
It took me only three more thrusts before my body locked up. I froze, a low groan falling from my throat, as the tension inside me snapped.
I held us there, not wanting a drop of my cum to leak out of her, as we fought to catch our breaths.
“Fuck,” I panted out, forehead dropping to hers in the hallway.
My pulse thrummed through my body as her breath fanned against my face.
I’d never felt so connected with someone after sex.
Never felt the need to stay exactly where I was, like pulling out of her was losing a piece of myself.
She’s mine. My Fawn. Mine.
That thought wouldn’t leave my mind.
When I finally loosened my hold, her body sagged against me. I scooped her up, and she didn’t fight me when I carried her back into my room.
My next order of business? Making sure my Fawn got some sleep.