Chapter 92 Pleasure Licks In Veins
Rose.
As soon as my eyes open the next morning, I immediately search for the warmth that should be next to me on the bed. Enzo and I fell asleep shortly after last night's conversation. Or at least, I did. The last thing I remember is him stroking my hair, watching me. Blue eyes, a dark, possessive glint on his face.
I yawn quietly before sitting up. Enzo is nowhere to be seen. Cold air filters through the open window. I'm a little disappointed that he didn't stay to wake up with me, especially since it's only a few minutes past five. There's nowhere he needs to be so early.
The closet door is open, so I climb out of bed and head in that direction.
When I open the door, Enzo is standing there, the brightness of his phone in his hand illuminating his face. He looks up as soon as I appear in the doorway. A small smile touches his lips.
"Hey," I say quietly. "Why are you up so early?"
"I always wake up early," he replies.
It's just one simple sentence. But now that I have the context of what happened to him, it resonates with so much more. I can't help but wonder how he was able to cope after what happened to him. Did he seek therapy?
Then I try to imagine a guy like Enzo, sitting on a couch, talking to some man or woman in glasses. I doubt it. He's too arrogant to believe anyone can help him overcome his demons. He didn't even talk to me about it, no matter how much I pushed. I'm still surprised he did.
His cool gaze falls on my bare thighs, then rises to my face.
"You've never looked more beautiful than you do right now, princess," he tells me.
I blush, my heart growing ridiculously hot. I probably look terrible: my hair is a rat's nest, and I have no makeup on. But I'm wearing one of his shirts, and knowing him, I'm sure he means it.
"So," I say awkwardly. "What are your plans for today?"
Enzo drops his phone on the table in the middle of the room. He walks toward me with light, controlled steps. I swallow softly when I realize he's shirtless, wearing only boxers. Is that how he slept last night? I can't remember.
He reaches me and runs his thumb down my cheek. "I was thinking maybe we could spend the day together. Maybe hang out in bed or go somewhere, it's up to you. What do you think?”
"That sounds scandalous," I say shakily. "And lazy."
He smiles and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.
The pressure of his lips against mine hits me with such force that my whole body tingles. I bring my hand to his shoulders, pulling him closer as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. A moan rises in my throat. My fingers clench, and I squeeze him even tighter.
Enzo's hand slides to my neck. He holds me there, his touch light yet possessive. Every touch of his tongue against mine makes me shiver. I'm acutely aware of the wetness sliding between my legs.
His other hand slides down my thighs to the curve of my ass. When he squeezes hard and growls low in the back of his throat, my body practically melts in his embrace.
I gasp softly as he ends the kiss, nipping at the skin on my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking lightly. His fingers slide up my leg, lifting my shirt and allowing him to glimpse my panties.
Heat tightens in my lower abdomen. Enzo rubs the damp fabric of my panties up and down, making me shiver.
"Always so wet for me," he mutters darkly.
I want him more than ever at this moment. I run my hand down his body, cupping his erection. He sighs heavily through his teeth before looking down as I run my hand from the base to the tip through the material of his boxers.
"You have no idea how much I've thought about this, Rose," he whispers.
I look at him. "Are you living up to your expectations?"
"Nothing compares," he growls and kisses me deeply.
I choke into his mouth, and he swallows it, consuming me. Enzo picks me up, never breaking the kiss. One minute we're in the bathroom, the next, on the bed. I'm still on top of him, my back pressed against the headboard, and he's practically devouring me.
"You want me," Enzo says against my lips, his breath ragged.
It's not a question, but I know he wants an answer. So I nod.
"I want you," I breathe.
His hand massages my ass before smacking it, the sound echoing throughout the bedroom. A growl of satisfaction emanates from him as I lean down and press gentle kisses to his neck. It's thrilling to have this access to him. My hands glide over the flat surface of his chest. All those hours in the gym are really paying off.
Grabbing my hips, Enzo pulls me closer to straddle his erection. I get even wetter as he presses me against his cock. His heated gaze meets mine, and he collapses.
He shifts me so he can reach down. One finger slides my panties aside, while the other two glide over my clit. A hot pressure builds inside me, and I arch my back as he inserts two fingers. I moan, gripping his shoulders, unable to do anything but rock my hips against his hand.
"You're mine, Rose."
He speaks the words in Italian. I'm not sure he even realizes it.
I'm too far gone in the throes of passion to say anything. Pleasure licks my veins, building until it's all I know. When Enzo adds another finger, stars fly behind my eyelids.
I need something to ground me in reality, and I look into his eyes. It's a mistake. They're so dark, full of lust, desire, and another soft emotion I can't name.
When Enzo suddenly stops touching me, my eyes widen. The edifice of pleasure inside me collapses, filling me with despair.