Chapter 63: Chapter Sixty Three

*Gabriela*

Enzo really didn’t hold back like he stated.

As soon as I said the words his lips slam on mine in a heated frenzy like he had been starving for them for so long. I open up to him without reservations and let him take as much as he wanted. I was just as greedy as he was.

I suck in a breath as his hard body presses against my soft one, always leaving me breathless when our skin touches with heated fever. His hard length rubs against our fabrics between us, leaving me feeling desperate and needy.

“Enzo…” I practically beg as he continues to rub himself slowly almost torturously against my core.

Ignoring my plea, he traces a tongue down my chin to my throat all the way to between my breasts where he takes the sheer fabric with his fingers and carefully slides it down revealing the peaks of my nipples to his view. Instantly he latches on with his mouth and sucks hard, causing me to jerk underneath him and cry out.

Pain and pleasure shoots through me. Gripping his sides with my hands I squeeze hard as I let him continue this torture on my sensitive body. Whimpering I couldn’t help but needing him to pay attention to the growing need between my legs. As if sensing my desperation he grins and softly tortures my hardened nipples even more, teasing me unbearably.

Just when I think he was done he suddenly flips me to my stomach, arching my lower back with his hand where my ass rises in the air. Gasping in delighted surprise he leans into me, spreading my legs wider as he presses his hard length against my heat, rubbing with a slow tantalizing pressure. His large hands rake the sides of my body leaving a trail of tingling sensations on my skin.

The palm of his hand slides to my ass cheek where he gives it a nice loud smack.

“Ah!” I cry out only pressing into him more.

He tenderly caresses the stinging area before taking both hands and spreading me wider. I gasp again when I feel a breath of heat hit my squeezing folds, the fabric so wet it was sticking to my flesh. I feel him pressing his nose into me, his tongue hitting my vulnerable and sensitive bud. Clenching my fists in the sheets I moan lowly as he slowly laps everything that I have.

He takes a finger and slowly begins to rub that sensitive spot while he continues to delve his tongue into my opening, the underwear still between us. Pressing into me harder I feel him inhaling my scent as he moans.

“Fuck, you smell so good.” He whispers making me shiver all over.

“Enzo, please.” I beg again, pushing my hips backwards, pressing myself further into his face.

He doesn’t hesitate, slipping the soaked underwear out of his way and I jerk feeling his hot wet tongue on my heated flesh. Pleasure shoots through me in an instant causing my sounds to become louder not realizing that my hips start rocking on their own, wanting, needing the friction as the burning urge grows inside of me.

Suddenly cold air hits my skin as he kneels up on the bed, rubbing his palms on my soft cheeks only for a moment later another slap rings in the air and a pleasurable sting hits my skin a second time. Gasping, I clench my fists tighter in the sheets.

“You’re so gorgeous right now, I could eat you out all night.”

I wanted that. But I wanted something more. Something hard and thick.

“I need you.” My voice was breathy and desperate to my ears.

“Fuck.” He growls, feeling something big slap on my lower back and slightly in between my ass crack.

Spreading me wider he starts to thrust slowly at first, his cock sliding in between and on my backside while his ball sack gently smacks my wet folds bringing even more zapping intensity than before. This slow dance was torture and I needed him now.

“Enzo…” I practically growled in my frustration.

Hearing him chuckle prickled my irritation. And just when I was about to demand he fuck me or I was going to fuck myself he grabs my hips, positions his tip right at my entrance and in one fell swoop sinks into me like a perfect fitting glove.

We both groan in pure ecstasy, my folds twitching and squeezing around him as he buried himself deep inside me. For a moment we stay still enjoying the moment as we were connected as one. Knowing he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, that he loved me as much as I loved him was everything I could have ever hoped and dreamed for.

In all the years since I was thirteen years old, I never thought it would have ever come to pass. It was like fate threw us both back together again and I couldn’t have been more excited to go through all this trouble, all this hell just to be with him like this.

He slowly starts to move, him pulling out nearly to the tip sent divine tingles straight to my core, slowly building me higher to my peak. Then it was like he suddenly became desperate. He takes a hold of my hips and starts thrusting just as fast and deep and this time I really couldn’t hold back my voice as the sublime ecstasy blindsides me completely. He doesn’t even try to keep me quiet either. Clutching the sheets in my fists, I let it all out as the pleasure just builds higher and higher.

“E-Enzo!” I cry out.

“Fuck.” He breathes out and leans over me, his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m too close.” He moans, sending shivers straight down my spine.

But he doesn’t let up and he continues to slam deeply, the sounds of our skin loud in my ears. The raw pleasure was so intense that I could no longer hold back as my climax came at full force. My vision blurs with white blind spots as I came harder than I ever have before, clenching him as he cries out, squeezing my hips tightly to where it hurt and thrusted once more before I could feel the flow of his essence release inside.

We were both breathing hard, both sweaty and tired. I was so out of it that it doesn’t register that he had pulled out and laid us both on the bed facing each other. I was so tired that I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. Gathering me into his arms I faintly hear him whisper in my ear,

“You’re mine, Gabby. And I’ll die before I let anyone else have you.”

I would die before I let anyone else have me either. He is the only person I would ever let touch me for the rest of my life. Even if we were forced apart. How could I possibly live with myself if I let another man have what I was wholeheartedly willing to give to him?

I couldn’t. Even if I had to kill myself.

*AN: I'm commenting on here since I don't see anywhere to leave an announcement on the app. First off, I don't plan to discontinue this story. Second, I am so sorry for how long it takes for the updates. My family and I have just gone through five deaths since October, all in tragic and unexpected ways. It leaves a person uninspired and depressed since I was close to them. Thirdly, I finally can read everyone's comments. Not sure why the mobile app only shows a few. Some of you state I am doing repeated chapters, please explain to me how I'm doing that? Others are stating I'm not making sense in a few spots, apologies as a writer it may make sense to us in our heads but to others it may be confusing. I'm trying to work on that. Constructive criticism is much appreciated but only in a positive aspect. If you're rude about what I am doing wrong, I'll just ignore you. No writer wants a hateful or rude comment just because we wrote something you don't like. I really do appreciate all of you for reading. And I'm really trying. *