Chapter 21 Something’s Missing
His tongue slipped in and out and hers followed with equal fervour, both needy, both desperate. They kissed and they touched, unable to get enough of the feel of each other’s bodies, pulling away only to kiss again and again, the kisses bruising and needy.
They were kissing each other senseless but neither noticed. It was their first time ever together and it felt good. Good enough for both of them, because this was exactly what they needed.
Grace helped slip his shirt off, her body shuddered in ecstasy and she clutched at him, nails scraping against his skin, biting his lip as if trying to draw blood.
He hissed at the pain but was equally aroused, breaking away to get a good look at her face.
Her eyes were droopy, and her lips smelling of alcohol. He didn’t know what had happened, but he knew that whatever it was had made her want him.
So he didn’t want to think too deeply about it. Still, the fact that this bratty girl was suddenly on his lap, looking at him like he was the only man in the world—it drove him mad.
He frowned slightly, “Tell me you won’t regret this? Swear it.”
Her eyes flicked to his lips and he could feel the desire radiating off her body as clear as day.
“Never,” she mumbled, licking her bottom lip.
His cock throbbed beneath her, fingers reaching out to undo that frustrating set of buttons. “Good answer,” he couldn’t help but smile.
She helped him, slipping the shirt off the moment it came undone.
His fingers trailed along her spine, reaching for the bra hook. It came off easily and his gaze dropped to her breasts.
A small growl escaped his mouth in satisfaction. Her nipples were pebbled and swollen, begging for attention.
He bent forward to nip at the delicate pink flesh.
Grace moaned, arching her back and pressing harder against him.
Her hands fisted in his hair, urging him on, demanding more contact.
He smirked, taking one of her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around his finger as she moaned in pleasure.
He lowered his head to the side and licked her nipple, teasing her while he rolled the other one between his thumb and index finger.
Grace bit her lip and closed her eyes, grinding over his hardness. The way she ground against him was driving him wild.
Finally, he released her nipple and shifted his head to press a long heated kiss along her collarbone. Her hand came down and cupped the side of his head, pulling him back up to meet her eyes.
He smiled and pulled away, his hands coming up to brush across her cheek.
She was beautiful. But he held back the urge to speak of it. There were better places to start than there.
He pulled her close, their bodies locked skin to skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as tightly as possible.
He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed his nose against the crook of her neck. She smelled like vanilla and rose. Everything about her was intoxicating. His body was on fire with desire and the need to be inside her.
An abrupt spin caused Grace to gasp, her back hitting the bed as Enzo climbed on top of her. His hands went to her wrists pushing them above her head, his mouth coming down on hers in a rough kiss.
One of his hands moved down from her wrist to her breast, squeezing it.
Grace moaned softly as her hips bucked. But the touch didn’t quite linger, trailing down her belly button and underneath her skirt.
Her panties were soaked beneath it, her heart hammered against his chest. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she kept squirming against kisses.
His hands went under her skirt, finding her underwear and sliding them off in one movement. She was naked underneath, her legs spread apart and her breathing heavy and ragged.
And he was hungry for her. So damn hungry.
He pushed himself low, his free hand moving to free his achingly erect cock.
He pushed into her slowly, watching her face. His chest brushed against her breasts, making her lashes flutter.
Grace grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in. She’d never mentioned it being her first time in fear of ruining the mood, so after enduring the initial pain—what followed was bliss beyond her wildest dreams.
The man she’d watched for so long, admired from afar—he was inside her, filling her up with his thick length.
So why then, did she feel so… empty?