Chapter 29
Take it off by Zain Malik
Elena
THE HOUSE IS CLOAKED IN DARKNESS, SAVE FOR THE FEW DOWN LIGHTS IN the hallway. Tension wraps its claws around me and I have a deep sense of unease at being alone with Enzo after our little show on the dancefloor. I’m standing in the foyer waiting for what, I have no idea.
A soft click lets me know that Enzo has followed me into the house and has just locked the door… no escape. Shit!
“What was that?” I spin on my heel to see Enzo standing at the entrance of the foyer.”
“Huh?”
“You said something just as I walked in.”
Crap I hadn’t realized I’d said that out loud.
“Uh, nothing. Just thinking out loud.”
He says nothing but his gaze lingers. Those jade eyes staring into my soul.
The temperature seems to have risen an octave and I swear I can hear the hammering of my own heart.
I thought I looked amazing in my Katherine get up at the club.
But here, under his gaze, I suddenly feel very aware of my attire, or lack thereof.
Enzo takes a step towards me and I panic.
“I’m just going upstairs to change into something more eh… well… more. I’ll be down in a bit and then we can … talk.”
I don’t wait for a response. I give him my back and make a hasty retreat to the sanctuary of my room.
I don’t even bother locking the door. Air, I need air.
I make a bee line for the balcony, opening the glass sliding doors and stepping out into the cool night air.
Inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with life giving oxygen, hoping to clear my thoughts and calm my nerves before I must go back down and face Enzo.
My eyes are closed, hands gripping tightly onto the railing.
My heartbeat starts to tame. The cool wind whipping through my hair like the soft caress of a lover’s touch.
It feels warm. Strange, since there is an undoubtable chill in the air.
The wind takes hold of my shoulder, adding the slightest pressure, my head lulls back embracing the feeling, the warmth. And then,
My eyes snap open and I try to turn but firm hands hold me in place. A warm chest presses against my back; two words whispered.
“Don’t, move!”
“Enzo? What are you doing?”
“I’ll be doing the talking… and you… my beauty… you are going to listen.”
“Enzo, I-”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Say it!”
“I understand.”
I’m facing the backyard looking out onto the pool. Cold wind at my front and heat at my back. My mind is reeling with all sorts of scenarios. Why is he in my room? What does he want to talk about? And why the fuck can’t I move?
Enzo steps closer, the heat from his body seeping into mine. Slowly, he pulls my hair back away from my shoulder exposing my neck.
“You have been teasing me all night. Shaking that hot little body of yours, dancing with other men, letting them touch you… letting Tony, touch you.”
I can feel his warm breath on my neck, smell the slight tinge of alcohol. His hand on my shoulder sends little sparks through my body and his words create a coil in my tummy.
“And this dress… Fuck! Do you have any idea how sexy you look tonight. You’re effortlessly beautiful on any day but the way this dress hugs your curves…”
His hands run down my shoulders, my shoulder blades, my waist and travel south to my ass where he squeezes, eliciting a gasp from me.
“Do you know I have a perfect view of your gorgeous tits from right here, behind you? It took every bit of self-control I could muster to keep my hands off you in that club. It is only your honor that kept my desire at bay.”
“But now?”
He snakes his hands around my waist to my stomach, then slowly, achingly slow he moves up, cupping my breasts in his palms. He squeezes… my body betrays me and a whimper escapes my lips.
“Now, I have no such compulsion.” He gives me a sinful grin.
He steps back and instantly I mourn his heat.
Enzo runs his finger tips on my bare back, slowly moving down until he reaches the end of the open back at the base of my spine.
He leans in, every move, slow, dragged out, pure torture.
Feather light kisses press onto the skin of my back, my shoulders, on my spine.
“So soft, so warm, so devastatingly beautiful. Every inch of you takes my breath away.”
Cool air whisps against my back and I know Enzo is no longer standing behind me. I think he’s kneeling? That can’t be right. I try to turn but he holds me in place, facing forward.
Warm big hands grasp my thighs. Slowly running a path up and down as far as they can go between my short dress and my high boots.
“Don’t, move!”
He repeats the command. His hands roam further up under my dress, moving around exploring before cupping my ass, squeezing, then moving again.
His fingers trace and linger along the lace of my panties.
Tracing circular patterns over the fabric between my legs.
A shudder goes through me and then his touch is gone.
“Spread your legs.”
I don’t know why, but I oblige. Pushing my feet further apart, widening my stance for him.
My eyes go wide as I look down between my legs to see Enzo’s head peep through the space between my thighs.
His backside is planted on the floor, hands on my thighs, face level with my sweet spot.
Hooded green eyes look up into my blue ones and he…
winks. My knees turn to jelly, my limbs threatening to fail me.
Enzo tightens his grip on my thighs, holding me steady.
“Relax.” His voice is like silk.
I calm my breathing, still looking down at this Adonis between my legs.
He moves his hands up again, taking my dress with it, effectively exposing my lacy underwear. Leaning forward he presses his nose to my core and inhales; breathing me in.
“Mmmmm exquisite.”
I blush crimson. Heat rising through my body like molten lava.
“Watch me, Elena. Keep your eyes on me. I’m going to make all your fantasies come true. I’m going to make you come on my tongue and you’re going to stand there like the gorgeous fucking Siren you are and take everything I give you.”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. The mouth on this man.
I barely have time to register the words he is saying when my panties are pulled aside and he parts my lips with his thumbs.
I’m still looking down; Enzo’s eyes fixed on mine but his hands need no guidance.
He’s spreading me open while staring into my soul.
With the confidence of the Italian God that he is, he leans forward and wet heat engulfs my center.
Eyes never leaving mine, he sucks my clit into his mouth with vicious hunger, pulling his lips back in a cheshire grin, baring his teeth as he nips on my bud.
The act sends shockwaves through me and I stumble.
My knuckles are white, threatening to split from the force of my grip on the railing.
Enzo is relentless, he pulls my clit into his mouth again with hot suction and slurping sounds, stopping every now and then to lap at me with long hard licks before continuing his sweet assault.
That familiar coil starts to form in my core, tightening almost painfully as I feel it start to build and pulse through me. Enzo continues his sweet torture on my body when finally, finally he plunges his tongue inside me while adding pressure on the bundle of nerves and I detonate around him.
My body a quivering mess, but still, he laps drawing out every pulse, every quiver, every delicious spasm from me.
When my body finally calms from the aftershocks, Enzo gives me one more long lingering lick before fixing my underwear as it was. He winks, then stands up, leaving me there, holding on to the railing, legs spread wide, gasping for air.
Holy fuck. What the hell just happened?
I manage to pull myself together enough to at least stand up straight. My body is still shaking. From the cold, the mind-blowing orgasm I just had or the man staring at me… I don’t know. At this point, I’m just glad to be standing at all and not falling over to land flat on my face.
“Was that how you imagined it?”
“Imagined it?”
“Did I live up to your fantasies?”
His words are a husky whisper, filled with desire and … hope? But how would he know what my desires are? The only time I’ve ever let them out of my head is when I… realization hits me with the force of an eighteen-wheeler.
The balcony, him kneeling behind me, then eating me out in the exact position…
I wrote this. I look up at Enzo with wide eyes.
“You didn’t?”
“I did.” He smirks at me… smirks at me.
“You have a vivid imagination, Elena. A true gift. Reading that little snippet, I could picture it myself. I pictured that exact scene with you and I.”
“How? When?”
“Does it matter? I’ve been on edge for weeks.
Trying so hard to keep my hands off you, trying to contain this flood of emotion that’s been plaguing me, trying to hold on to some little piece of sanity.
I know you don’t want a relationship, Elena.
I don’t either… at least I didn’t, not before you.
Now I want it. I want more. I want you. I want to give you more. ”
“I don’t really know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything. That is a discussion for another day.
Tonight is about us, you and me and this moment.
Can you accept that? I want you, Elena. I can’t deny what I feel anymore.
This pull that you have over me is driving me insane.
I’ve never had to question my sanity before, but I fear that if I don’t have you, I just might lose my mind. I want you… If you’ll have me?”