Chapter 9 Enzo
I dip my knees, sliding my arms beneath her thighs, and lift her effortlessly into my grasp.
She clings to me, her nails dragging against my scalp as though the kiss isn’t enough, as though she’s trying to pull me even closer.
Her breath hitches against my mouth, and it fuels the fire surging through my veins.
I carry her toward the bedroom. It’s intoxicating, the way her body fits against mine, the heat of her skin searing through the fabric between us.
I push the door open with my shoulder and cross the room, lowering her onto the bed.
Her body bounces gently against the plush mattress, and for a moment, I drink her in.
The disheveled waves of her hair, the flush staining her cheeks, and the way her chest rises and falls like she’s already lost control. I burn every feature into my memory.
I shrug off my jacket in a single motion, my hands reaching for my shirt. The buttons scatter as I rip the fabric apart, the sound of threads tearing lost in the thunder of my pulse.
“Can I help you out of that dress?” My voice is rough with restraint.
She nods, and I plant a knee between her thighs, sinking the mattress beneath us as I lean in. My fingers trace over the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders, one after the other. I draw the fabric down her body, revealing her inch by inch.
As the dress pools at her waist, her breasts are revealed: bare, no bra, nipples peaked in anticipation. My breath falters as I take in the sight of her.
I can’t stop myself. My hand moves to her chest, my palm cradling one soft curve as my thumb brushes against her nipple. The weight of it in my hand, the way she exhales a soft, trembling gasp, sends a sharp wave of hunger crashing over me.
“Your body is absolute perfection.” My eyes lift to hers, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. There’s a fire in her gaze that matches my own, a silent, urgent agreement that tonight, the world outside this room doesn’t exist.
I lower my body onto hers, bracing my weight on one elbow, her soft curves molding perfectly beneath me.
My hand remains on her breast, fingers teasing her while my lips claim hers again.
The pace shifts, becoming more demanding.
Her skin is like silk against mine, the contrast of my tattooed forearms against her pale tone is burned into my memory.
She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight to my cock, making me harder than I thought possible.
Her lips part from mine just enough to say, “I want you, Theo.” Her voice is breathy, every word dripping with need.
Then she rocks her hips against mine, the friction pushing me to the brink.
“You want me?” I growl against her lips, my voice nothing but gravel and heat.
“Baby, you’ve got me. You’ve had me since the second you sat down at my side.
” My hand grips her thigh, dragging her closer as I press into that sweet spot she’s been grinding against me.
“I want to feel every inch of you clench around me while you’re screaming.
I want to ruin you so perfectly that you forget any name that isn’t mine. ”
I nip at her bottom lip, then soothe the bite with my tongue, voice rough in her ear. “You tell me you want me, and all I can think about is how fast I can have you panting, shaking, begging for more. Are you ready to be ruined, Lilly?”
Her voice is breathless, wrecked with need, and fuck if it doesn’t go straight to my cock like a shot of gasoline to flame.
“Yes,” she whispers, her hips grinding down as if she’s trying to fuse us together.
“I want to feel you stretch me open and stay there. I want your hands everywhere—my throat, my hips, my tits.”
Christ.
I grip her tighter, the thread of my control wearing thinner by the second, unraveling at the way her words pour out between kisses and whimpers like a confession made only for me.
“I want your filthy mouth saying things no good girl should want to hear,” she breathes, her emerald green eyes boring into mine, “while you fuck me so hard I forget how to stand.”
My jaw clenches. My blood pounds. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me, what kind of animal she’s summoning with every unfiltered word. I’m holding back by a fucking thread, and she’s lying beneath me, begging me to break her.
She leans up and bites my jaw, not soft, not shy. “So don’t tease me, Theo. I want you deep. I want it messy. And I want all of it.”
All of it.
I groan, forehead pressed to hers, fighting not to split her open on my cock right here. My mouth hovers at her ear, voice dark and ruined. “You’ll get all of it, baby. Every fucking inch.”
I push off the mattress, leaving just enough space between us for her to move.
She lifts her hips with a sinuous grace, sliding the dress over her ass and tossing it to the floor with a flick of her wrist. My breath catches as she lies there, breathtaking, with just a scrap of lace blocking the view that I want, her thighs parting.
Her hand trails from her stomach down to her pussy. I can’t look away as she slips a single finger under her thong, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting in a quiet gasp.
“Starting without me?” My voice is a rasp that reveals how badly I need her. I step out of my pants and underwear in one swift motion, kicking them aside.
“I want to see you. Pull those panties to the side and show me what I know will be the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Her chest rises with a sharp breath as she gathers the lace and pulls it to one side. My mouth begins to water at the sight of her. Bare, glistening, gorgeous.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you.” I climb back onto the mattress and begin to stroke myself, needing the relief. Her body shivers beneath me as I reposition us in the center of the bed, taking my time. My lips meet hers once more before beginning a steady descent.
I trail my lips along her jawline, pausing to nip at her earlobe before moving to the long, graceful column of her throat.
Her neck arches, granting me access, and I take my time, kissing and sucking a path to her collarbone.
I drag my tongue across the hollow there, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch.
Her breathing grows uneven, her body responding to every touch as I continue downward. I capture one hardened nipple in my mouth, tongue lashing around it before pulling it between my teeth. Her back arches, her moan filling the room as her hands clutch my hair, holding me in place.
I release her nipple, savoring the sound of her whimper before switching to the other. Her body trembles, every gasp and arch driving me further into madness.
I drag my lips lower, planting kisses along the tight plane of her stomach, pausing to admire the way her muscles tighten with every touch. She’s squirming now, but I’m not rushing this. My hands grip her thighs as I settle between them, planting one last kiss just below her navel.
“Be patient, Lilly,” I whisper, my voice laced with promise. “I’m just getting started.”