Chapter 36 #2
A flush spreads across her chest, up her neck, staining her cheeks. Her inner walls clench around me, her body responding to my words as much as my touch.
“Why do you need to hear it?” she gasps, teeth bared like she’s still fighting, even as her body surrenders.
I slow my pace, making each thrust deliberate, forcing her to feel every inch of me. One hand slides beneath her, lifting her hips to change the angle, hitting deeper, where I know she needs it most.
She moans at that, her back arching off the bed, pushing her breasts against my chest. I take advantage, my mouth finds her nipple, teeth scraping sharp before I suck.
Every brutal, worshipful stroke is a brand, a vow, an offering she didn’t even have to ask for. I’m giving her everything—not just my body, but the darkness she’s been asking about, the truth of what lives inside me.
“Enzo,” she gasps. My name, raw and needy, like she’s finally accepting who and what I am to her.
“Tell me,” I demand, feeling her tighten around me, knowing she’s close. My hand slides between us, finding where we’re joined, my thumb circling her clit with the same relentless rhythm as my thrusts. “Come on me, baby, while you tell me what we both know.”
Her body responds instantly, clenching around me, her head thrown back as pleasure overtakes her. I don’t slow, don’t gentle my touch, driving her higher, pushing past that first peak toward something more devastating, more complete.
“I can’t…” she starts to protest, oversensitive, overwhelmed. But I know her body better than she does—know what she craves, what she’ll beg for if I push her just right.
“You can,” I assure her, my voice rough with exertion and something dangerously close to reverence. “You will.”
Her orgasm builds faster, harder, her body trembling beneath me, around me. I feel my own release approaching, a tight coil of pressure at the base of my spine, but I hold back, determined to watch her fall apart again before I allow myself to follow.
“ Enzo!” My toy claws at my back, screaming my name like a prayer and a curse combined.
“Yes, baby, that’s it. Now tell me—” I’m cut off by the way her cunt squeezes me as her orgasm hits with a force that surprises us both.
She cries out and I drive into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt. “Fuck! Piper!” I groan her name as I empty myself inside her.
I collapse over her. My body feels simultaneously leaden and weightless, wrung out and remade.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her—sweat and sex and something uniquely Piper, something I could track through darkness, through fire, through the gates of Hell itself if necessary.
Her pulse thrums against my lips, slowing until it matches mine—two heartbeats syncing into one. I feel the echo of it in my own chest, our rhythms synchronizing like they were always meant to.
This close, with nothing between us, I’d feel even the slightest tension, the smallest hint of regret or fear. But there’s none as she wraps her arm around me, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair in a mirror of my own grip on her.
The gesture undoes me more completely than any climax ever could. I remain there, breathing her in, letting her hold me in a way I’ve never allowed anyone else to do.
In this moment of absolute honesty between us, I need to admit the truth to her, the one she’s too scared to tell me.
“You own me,” I breathe into her skin, the words more prayer than surrender. Then I push myself up, looking into her green eyes. “I don’t think you’ve heard me when I’ve said it before—”
“Enzo—”
Shaking my head, I interrupt her like she did to me. “You own my heart, Toy. My body. My name. My fucking soul. Every part of me is yours. Everything I own is yours. Ever since I first saw you, I’ve been yours.”
She swallows thickly. “But you don’t even know me.”
“I don’t need to know your past to know you’re mine. I don’t need details to feel you in my blood.”
Shifting, I place my hand on her heart.
“But I know this, baby.” I lie down on my side, placing her hand on top of my organ that’s beating just for her. “And you know mine. You have since I first saw you.”
She smiles softly as her fingers trace idle patterns on my skin, soothing the sting from where she bit me earlier. The contrast is exquisite—her violence and her tenderness, her defiance and her acceptance. I could stay like this forever.
Her hair is a wild tangle against the pillow, her lips swollen from my kisses and her own teeth worrying them.
“Look,” she starts, pressing her finger against the puzzle tattoo above my heart. “I told you that I wanted to see Ben three days ago, and instead of taking me, you keep changing the subject. I can’t belong to someone who tries to control me.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Because we’re on fucking bedrest.”
Scoffing, she tries to push me off her. “Is that really the only reason?”
“Yes,” I promise. “After Voss has checked you over tomorrow, we can go if you want to.”
She yanks me in for a gentle, sweet kiss. When she pulls back, there’s a new gravity in her gaze, a weight of understanding that wasn’t there before.
“You better not be lying to me, Enzo.”