13. Lorenzo
CHAPTER 13
Lorenzo
I was somewhere between sleeping and waking when I heard it: a whimper, frightened and small. I rolled over, telling myself that it was nothing, but then it happened again. Louder this time. And then there was a thud as something small smacked into my leg.
I groaned and turned back over, wincing as the scratches that Isabella had left on my back pulled tight, and cracked one eye open. Isabella lay beside me. She was asleep, but her face was twisted into a tortured frown. She threw her head back against the pillow, and her whole body jerked, and she kicked me again.
I sat up. “Isabella.”
Her forehead wrinkled inward, and she let out a pitiful whimper, but she didn’t wake up. Instead, she curled into a ball, and her whimpers became cries of fright. I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, and she yelped. “No, please !”
“Isabella,” I said a little louder, shaking her gently. “ Dolcezza , wake up.”
She jolted into consciousness, yanking herself away from my touch. Her breath came in pants; she couldn’t calm down enough to take in a deep breath. Isabella looked around, sightlessly, like she wasn’t taking in a bit of what she was seeing.
When it became clear that she wasn’t going to calm down on her own, I pulled her against my chest. She stiffened, fought me, but I didn’t let her go. “Breathe with me,” I told her and started taking deep, steady breaths.
It took her a moment to catch on, but then she matched my inhales and exhales, and I watched as she visibly calmed. Her fingers dug into my skin, holding me close now instead of trying to push me away.
“Good girl,” I said, smoothing my hands down her back. “Keep breathing for me.”
After a moment, she shifted so that she could look up into my face, and it struck me all at once just how beautiful she was. Her eyes still had a faraway look to them, and she wasn’t scowling for once. Sienna , I thought and cupped her cheek with my hand. This was the same look Sienna would give me on nights when we were extra soft with one another, after we had fallen in love.
I didn’t think anyone would ever look at me that way again.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I tried to shake away that thought. “Did you have a nightmare?” I asked her.
Isabella swallowed hard and rubbed her face against my collarbone. “Can we not talk about it?” she asked, voice thick with some emotion that I couldn’t quite define.
“Okay,” I said instead of pressing for some kind of explanation. “What do you need?”
Isabella stared at me for a moment, and then leaned up and pressed her mouth against mine. It was only for a moment, but it stole the breath out of my lungs. “Make me feel good?” she asked. “Help me think about something else? Please?”
I was nodding before she even finished the question. I had told her yesterday that all she had to do was ask, and I would give her what she wanted, and that was still true now in the wee hours of the morning.
I rolled her onto her back and moved so that I was settled between her thighs. She had put on one of my T-shirts after our shower, but her pussy was bare, and when I spread her legs wide, I saw that she was already getting wet. I leaned forward and lapped at her with the flat of my tongue. I groaned as her taste exploded across my tongue. She felt incredible stretched around my cock, to be sure, but I could easily get addicted to having her like this too.
Isabella let out a soft sigh and jerked into the touch. I slung my arm across her hips and pinned her down before swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit. She jerked again, testing my hold on her, and I chuckled against her. “Relax for me, dolcezza ,” I said, sucking at her clit and making her cry out.
She was practically dripping now. I could feel it smearing across my face, and I groaned. Glancing up her body, I met Isabella’s gaze. She looked utterly dumbfounded, like this was the first time that anyone had bothered to focus solely on her pleasure. Good . Any man who’d had her and didn’t touch her this way was a fucking moron. I didn’t want to think about any other man touching her like this, making her feel this way. I was the only one allowed to do this from now on.
I brought my free hand between her thighs and slipped two fingers into where she was drenched and swollen, and she let out a sound like a small, wounded animal. “It’s too much,” she breathed. “I can’t!”
“You can,” I assured her, flicking at her clit while I fucked into her. “Your body was made to do this.” Each and every orgasm that I had wrung from her hours before was preceded with the same look of surprise. I looked forward to showing her how far I could push her into new realms of pleasure.
Her back bowed and she came moments later. I didn’t stop. Instead, on the next inward thrust, I curled my fingers upward and pressed into her G-spot, pushing her over the edge a second time. I kept going, fucking into that spot until her fingers were twisted in my hair, and she was sobbing my name.
Only when she came on my tongue for a third time did I pull myself away. She was slumped back against the bed, looking like a broken doll, and I grinned down at her. Her eyes tracked down to where I was tenting my boxer briefs. “We don’t have to,” I told her.
But Isabella was already reaching for me, yanking my boxers down to free my cock. “Do it,” she commanded softly. “Fuck me.”
I slapped at her hand, trying to shake her off. “ You don’t tell me what to do, Isabella,” I reminded her.
Her lip pouted out. “Please?”
Goddamnit. Hooking her knee over my forearm, I held her open and pushed inside her. She hissed as I filled her again. “Does that sting, dolcezza ?” I asked, grunting as she pulsed around me. “We could have gone back to sleep, but you had to have my cock, didn’t you? Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?”
Her face flushed red, and tears glittered in her eyes. “I didn’t,” she insisted weakly. “I’m not.” But even as she shook her head in protest, she clung to my shoulders and wrapped her shapely legs around my waist.
My hips slammed against her ass, hard and fast, and I laughed. “Such a needy thing.” Her muscles rippled around me, and I groaned.
Isabella’s lips quirked into a smile, and she clenched down around me, drawing another sound from my throat. “Who’s needy now, Enzo?”
I snarled and fucked her harder, wiping that smirk off her face. Sensation zipped up my spine, tightened my balls, and I reached between us to touch her clit. She wailed as she came, and a split-second before I careened over the edge myself, our eyes met and held.
The intimacy was too much; her face was too open, too full of joy, and I thought about Sienna again. My stomach dropped into my feet. I hadn’t appreciated the last time I’d had my wife in our bed; I couldn’t even properly remember the last time I was with her, period. And here I was with her impostor. My stomach twisted painfully, and bile splashed the back of my throat.
I pulled away and rolled away from her, lying on my back on the bed.
“Lorenzo?”
I couldn’t even look at her. “It’s late. You should go back to your room.” Isabella sat up; I could feel her eyes on me, but I kept looking up at the ceiling fan. “You’ll sleep better in your own space.”
Isabella sat still for a moment, and then she climbed off the bed. I watched as she tugged the t-shirt down her thighs and went for the door. She didn’t bother looking back.