Chapter 24
JENNA
I think my heart is going to beat right out of my chest.
At least, that’s what it feels like when Enzo reaches for the top button of the three-quarter sleeve shirt I’m wearing.
Over the past week, I’ve become comfortable with him and even started having a new fantasy where he gently makes love to me.
But having him undo all the buttons before pushing the fabric to my sides is a very different experience from what I had pictured.
I’m very nervous but trust that he won’t force me to do anything I don’t want, so I suck in a deep breath and try to be brave.
Enzo pushes his arm beneath me and moves me to the middle of the bed, then he pulls my shirt off and throws it on the floor. He eases me back down as his mouth takes mine in the same heated kiss as a few minutes ago.
It's filled with so much hunger, like he can’t get enough of me. I bring my hands to his arms and cling to them as he dominates the kiss completely. All I can do is take what he’s giving because it’s no use trying to keep up with him.
He grips my outer thigh right above my knee and slowly moves the fabric of my skirt up.
My stomach flutters like a hummingbird is stuck in it, and when his fingers tug at my panties, I begin to feel lightheaded.
Enzo breaks the kiss, and not moving any further, he orders, “Breathe, meu anjinho. Trust me, you don’t want to pass out. I promise you will enjoy every second.” His eyes lock with mine. “Just remain focused on me.”
I nod quickly while taking deep breaths, and while Enzo waits for me to gather myself, his fingers lightly trail over my hip.
A pleased expression settles on his face, then he begins to pull my panties down. When he takes them off, I’m relieved that my skirt covers me.
He lies beside me again and rests his palm over my ribs, his gaze taking mine prisoner, and for a moment, he just stares deep into my eyes. “Amo-te.” Before I can ask what it means, he translates, “I love you.”
Besides Mom and Aunt Sherrie, no one has ever said those words to me, which makes hearing them from Enzo even more special.
Over the past week, Enzo has shown me that he wants to take care of me, and today, when the MC’s president made that threatening remark about me, Enzo proved he’ll protect me, no matter how many men he has to kill.
“Ready?” he asks.
Even though my reply is a whisper, I mean it. “Yes.”
His eyes leave mine to look at my chest as he pushes his arm beneath me to unhook my bra. My heartbeat speeds up again, and my lips part as my breaths come faster. When he pulls the bra away from me, a groan rumbles from his chest. “Foda-se, és perfeita.”
He’s a killer. A dangerous criminal. But when he touches me, there’s no right and wrong. There’s only the way he makes me feel.
As Enzo’s palm covers my right breast, air bursts from my lungs, and there’s an intense tightening in my abdomen.
His thumb brushes over my skin, and I begin to think he’s doing it to help center me and keep me focused on him.
His eyes return to mine, and when I see a proud expression on his face, it gives me strength.
“You’re doing so well, meu amor.”
I lift my head, and the moment our lips touch, Enzo takes complete control of the kiss. He begins to massage my breast, and just as I’m about to get lost in the way his tongue strokes mine and how perfect his touch feels, he pulls away and moves down to suck my nipple into his mouth.
It feels as if there’s a direct link from my breasts to the valley between my legs, because as his teeth and lips feast on my nipples, I feel myself growing wet and needy for him.
Enzo’s hand moves down over my abdomen, and then he cups me through the fabric of my skirt.
My emotions scatter to the four corners of the world, because instead of feeling disgust, there’s a zap of pleasure in my core and a desire for much, much more.
He lifts his head again to look at my face, and my cheeks flush bright red. When I glance down, he orders, “Eyes on me, meu anjinho. I want to see your shyness and innocence.”
It takes courage to meet his intense gaze again, but then he lifts the fabric of my skirt, and he cups me between my legs. His fingers part me, and when he strokes my bundle of nerves, my back arches from the unexpected pleasure zapping through me.
Oh gosh.
The corner of Enzo’s mouth lifts in a smirk, then my eyes go wide as saucers when he moves down my body and forces my legs to open wide with his broad shoulders.
Embarrassment warms my face, but the moment his tongue swipes over my clit and opening, my eyes almost roll into the back of my head from how good it feels.
“Enzo,” I gasp, grabbing hold of the covers beneath me.
He moves away, and I blush harder when he pulls the zipper down on the side of my skirt and yanks the fabric down my legs, revealing every inch of my body to him.
“Meu Deus, és linda,” he growls as his hands rub up my sides, making me feel like the most desirable woman alive.
When his mouth crashes against mine, his hand slips between my legs, and this time he pushes a finger inside me. I moan against his lips, the sound muffled as his tongue strokes hard over mine.
Enzo’s body shifts partially over mine, and when his hard manhood presses against my hip while he thrusts his finger inside me, there’s still no fear.
Pleasure ripples through my body, making hope sprout in my heart, because I’m actually able to be intimate with Enzo, and it becomes the most profound moment of my life.
He’s so attuned to me, he instantly senses as my emotions change and breaks the kiss. He pulls his hand away, and bracing his forearms on either side of my head, he locks eyes with me as he fully covers me with his body.
His tone is gentle as he says, “Tell me if you’re not okay.”
Nodding, I lift my arms and place my hands on the sides of his neck.
When his pelvis settles against mine, and I feel his hardness between my legs, my lips part and air rushes from me.
Once again, there’s no fear, and as Enzo begins to move against me, I’m overcome with a need to have him fill the emptiness inside me.
“Please,” I beg, my features tightening.
I never thought I’d experience something like this, and it makes me overemotional. I can’t keep tears from forming, and as they roll into my hairline, I keep staring at the man who’s changed my entire life for the better.
Enzo pushes harder against me, and the way he rubs over my clit has something I don’t have a word for building in my abdomen. I hold on tighter to him, my head tilting back into the pillow, while my hips lift to meet his.
The next instant, the most intense sensations I’ve ever felt explode through me, causing me to sob and whimper.
Holy crap!
“That’s it, meu amor,” Enzo growls as his arm shoots down between us and he pushes his finger inside me again. His palm rubs my clit hard, and it makes me experience more pleasure than I’m able to handle while I feel myself clenching around his finger.
The ecstasy begins to fade, and Enzo pulls his hand from between my legs. He brings his finger to my face and spreads my release over my lips before his mouth takes mine in a hungry kiss.
It gives me time to gather myself after experiencing something so intense, I don’t know how to describe it.
Enzo slows the kiss, and lifting his head, he looks at me as if I’ve performed a miracle. “You did so well, meu anjinho.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against him before I gather the courage to ask, “Will it be the same when we make love?”
He moves onto his side and pulls me into a tender embrace.
“You’re very tight, so it might hurt at first, but once you get used to me, the pleasure will be more intense than what you felt today.
” His palm brushes over my hair. “Once you’re ready, I’ll try to prepare you as much as possible and go slow.
I don’t want you to worry about having sex with me. ”
Nerves spin in my stomach. Not because I was raped, but because when Enzo and I have sex, it will be our first time.
He holds me for close to thirty minutes, giving me time for my emotions to settle after the intense experience we just shared, then my stomach rumbles.
“Time to feed my woman,” he says as he pulls away from me, climbing to his feet.
I’m still naked as the day I was born, and as heat creeps up my neck when I scoot off the bed, Enzo leans down and takes hold of my chin, making me look at him.
“I hope you never stop blushing, meu amor. I’m addicted to it.”
I drape my legs over the side of the bed, and as he lets go of my face, my gaze locks on his erection that’s eye-level with me.
My stomach switches over to spin cycle as I lift my hands and place them on his hips, then I lean forward and rest my cheek against his pelvis.
Closing my eyes, I keep still as build up the courage to bring my right hand closer until I touch his manhood.
Enzo places a hand behind my head, while his other one covers mine. Slowly, he guides my palm up and down his erection, and when he groans, I press down harder on him.
“Foda-se,” he murmurs. “It feels amazing, meu amor.” I keep rubbing him through his pants, and it makes his breaths grow harsher. “Having you sitting naked in front of me while touching my cock is a dream come true.”
Wanting to give him more, I pull back and unbuckle his belt. He doesn’t stop me when I drag his zipper down, or when I reach into his pants.
My eyes dart up to his face as I touch his cock, and seeing the desire tensing his features, makes my abdomen clench with need.
As I pull his erection out, I lower my gaze again, and instead of fear or any negative emotions, there’s fascination and curiosity.
His skin feels silky as I wrap my fingers around him, and when I stroke him from root to tip, I’m surprised by how his skin moves over his shaft, as if it’s encasing a steel rod.
“Deus,” he groans. “I’m trying very hard, meu anjinho, but I’m a second away from coming.”
Really?
Wanting to know what that looks like, I tighten my grip even more and stroke him again. Enzo’s body shudders, and I’m torn between glancing up at his face to see his expression and watching as his erection jerks in my hand.
His fingers fist in my hair, and when I stroke him twice more, his hips thrust forward, and a growl rumbles from his chest as jets of semen hit the side of my neck and my shoulder.
Oh wow.
I quickly look up in time to see him clench his jaw as ecstasy washes over his face, making him look even more attractive.
When I stroke him again, his hand clamps around mine to keep me still while he gasps for air. “Meu Deus. That was pure perfection.”
He pulls my hand away from his cock as it begins to soften, and I sit and watch as he tucks himself back into his pants before he grabs hold of my arms and pulls me to my feet.
Enzo’s eyes lock on my neck and shoulder where his release coats my skin, then he takes three steps backward before he continues to stare at me.
“Linda.” There’s a look of pure awe on his face. “You are exquisite. I thank all the gods that you’re mine.”
My mouth curves up into a smile, happy that I was able to give him pleasure.