Chapter 1 #3
Enzo watches me while I unravel—his dark eyes intense, mouth twitching like he knows exactly how close I am. “Fuck, Rayne. I wish you could see how fucking incredible you look falling apart for me.”
My vision blurs. Something bright sparks behind my eyelids, and suddenly I’m not in control of anything. The most intense wave of euphoria I’ve ever felt in my life washes over me in a long, undulating wave, one that he keeps coaxing with his fingers.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes against my ear. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to touch you.” His kisses down to my collarbone. “To taste you. Claim you.”
“What were you waiting for? I’ve been here all this time.”
He lifts his head, and his dark hair falls into his eyes.
Sweet Jesus, he really is the hottest guy on the entire planet.
“Because I’m three years older than you, Rayne.
My mama thinks of you like a daughter. I shouldn’t even be thinking about you the way that I do.
” He closes his eyes, blows out a breath.
“And I knew that once we did this…” He moves even lower, plants a kiss on my abdomen. “There’d be no going back.”
I press my head back against the pillow.
I never want to go back, because after this, nothing in my life can ever feel as good.
Enzo moves lower, mouth traveling over my skin.
And then he proves me spectacularly wrong about nothing ever feeling so good again when his mouth settles over my still pulsing clit.
I rake my fingers through his hair. “Oh, god, Enzo. I c-can’t.”
He flicks his tongue over the sensitive flesh. “Yeah, you can. I know you’re sensitive, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m not eating this gorgeous pussy.”
My cheeks heat. Ecstasy lights up my veins.
“You taste fucking incredible,” he groans. “So.” His tongue licks the length of me. “Fucking.” And again. “Sweet.”
My back bows, arching off the bed. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so intense before.
He goes on licking and sucking, working me with his skilled tongue.
When I’m trembling and on the edge, he grazes me with his teeth and tells me what a good girl I’m being.
I fall over the edge once more, my entire body fizzing with electric energy.
He brushes my hair back from my face, cupping my chin gently, evidence of my climax all over his handsome face. “I could eat you out for hours, baby,” he murmurs. “Make you come until you can’t tell up from down.”
Oh, god. That sounds like it would be so much fun.
“But,” he continues, flashing me a wicked grin, “I want to fuck you first. So…”
I let out a laugh that sounds too happy to be real. I’ve never been this happy. Not even close.
“You’re on the pill,” he says with certainty.
“Yes, but how do you know?”
His expression shifts, and his expression grows darker. “I know everything about you, Rayne. And I’m not fucking you with a condom. I want to feel every single millimeter of your tight virgin pussy squeezing me.”
Oh, lordy. I want to fan myself because of how hot that makes me feel. But, still, pregnancy isn’t the only risk, and I might be drunk on orgasms but I’m not stupid. “Is that safe for me though?” I whisper.
He presses a tender kiss on my forehead. “I’ve always used condoms, baby. I would never ever put you at risk like that. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I say with certainty. “And I want to feel every bit of you too.”
He arches an eyebrow—amused, pleased with himself.
Then he moves off the bed, shedding his shorts with that effortless confidence he exudes.
And wow, I’ve seen his body before, but not all of it.
Not like this. My brain stutters. He looks like he’s been carved by the angels themselves, designed for pleasure and sin.
And his dick is huge. Like, how the hell is that thing going to fit inside me, huge.
He crawls back over me and leans in close. His forehead brushes mine, and my breath catches.
“There’s no need to be nervous, cuore mio. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
My pulse pounds hard against my throat.
“I know that,” I pant out the words.
He opens my legs with his knees, gentle enough to keep me at ease, but still rough enough to remind me he’s one of the most powerful men in this city.
He rests on his strong forearms, the thick crown of his impressive cock notching at my entrance. “I got you nice and wet enough that this shouldn’t hurt too much, baby. It might burn a little, but then I’ll make it feel better. Okay?”
“Okay,” I answer, even though my voice shakes. Even though every nerve in me is trembling, both with anticipation and a little trepidation. Enzo is huge, and I know I’m made to stretch, but still…
He inches the tip inside me, and it’s exquisite torture—pure anticipation, bright and unbearable. The dull ache in my core grows sharper, fiercer. Enzo’s eyes lock on mine—like he’s making sure I’m still here, still with him, still choosing this.
The burning stretch of him inching deeper almost takes my breath away and I close my eyes.
“Rayne,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Look at me.”
I do. Because I can’t not.
“You’re doing so well for me, baby girl. So fucking good.”
Lip caught between my teeth, I nod. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Do it,” I whisper, barely more than a breath. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”
He groans, sinking deeper. Starlight explodes behind my eyelids. I throw my head back, trying to drag in air that doesn’t quite reach my lungs. It hurts, but it lights me up with fierce hot pleasure at the same time. Oh my god, this is everything.
I claw at his back. “Enzo, please.”
He rocks his hips, slow at first, with the kind of control that feels like devotion. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Even soaking wet you’re still so fucking snug around my cock,” he groans. And then he picks up his pace, sinking in deeper with every thrust.
He presses my legs flat to the bed, spreading me wider so that he can slide in farther.