Chapter 84 Fuck Me Hard
Lorenzo’s POV
“Eve,” I called, letting her name roll off my tongue in a slow, sultry drawl.
Her gaze lifted to mine, searching, like she was bracing herself for what was coming next. I could almost read her thoughts, the quiet expectation that this would be one of those moments where I stopped halfway.
But not tonight.
Something had shifted in me. The hesitation that usually chained my impulses was gone, it is now replaced by a reckless hunger I no longer cared to tame. Tonight, I was done pretending. Done pulling back. Done choosing guilt over want.
Tonight, I was going to give in to her, to myself, to every forbidden thought I’d buried for too long.
My hand found her bra, and in one smooth, unhurried motion, I traced the line of it, my fingers lingering just enough to make her breath hitch before unclasping it. I didn’t rush, there was power in the pause, in the way anticipation tightened the space between us. Her body responded instinctively, leaning into my touch.
I dipped my head closer, my voice low against her ear. “If I start, I’m not stopping this time.”
Her lips parted, breath trembling with urgency. “Yes, Enzo,” she whispered. “I want you to touch me. Make me feel like a woman….. please.”
A rough sound stirred in my chest, raw and unrestrained. I ran my fingers on her chest, my hand firm and possessive as it curved over her breast, my touch deliberate, awakening every nerve beneath my palm.
She bit her lips covering her mouth forcefully. I could feel how scared she was.
“Hey…..hey…” I murmured, tapping her cheek tenderly until her attention lifted to me. “Eve, look at me.”
Her eyes fell on me, too innocent for what I planned on doing to her. For a moment, that alone made me stop.
“If you’re not ready,” I said softly, thumb brushing her skin, “we can stop now.”
“No… no…” she cut in quickly, shaking her head as if afraid I might disappear if she hesitated. “I’m so ready. Just…” Her voice dropped to a fragile whisper. “Be gentle.”
Something in my chest tightened at that, at the way she trusted me so completely. I leaned closer, my forehead resting against hers, letting her feel my steady breath. Whatever I was about to give her, it wouldn’t be rushed. It would be careful, intentional… and unforgettable.
I rose slightly, then paused, my face hovering just above her chest. I dragged my tongue on her nipple, sucking just the tip in a teasing way, enough to make her beg for more.
My breath drifted lower, skimming over her skin as I traced a slow, intentional path downward. Her chest rose and fell with a quiet.
Her fingers slid into my hair, firm yet pleading, guiding me closer, not rushed, not desperate, just full of want.
I moved back up to her face, searching for her lips before capturing them in a deep, lingering kiss. One that spoke of everything I couldn’t put into words. When I finally pulled back, my forehead rested against hers, my breath uneven.
“Eve,” I murmured softly, her name heavy on my tongue. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t control myself anymore.”
Her eyes held mine, steady and sure, stripping away every doubt I was clinging to.
“You don’t have to be sorry, Lorenzo,” she said softly. “I want this too.”
Hearing those words leave her lips unraveled me completely. I wanted to pull back, to convince myself this was a mistake but she made it impossible. Everything about her drew me in, her body responding to mine in a way that felt instinctive, inevitable.
With my thumb, I slide down her panties.
A rough growl twisted my chest.
She was already soaked in her wetness.
Perfect.
I leaned lower and buried my head on her clit, my mouth pressed on her heat and began to savor every drip that tried to flow free.
Her legs shivered as she arched her head backwards, voice cracking. “Lo….Renzo….yes….don’t stop please.”
Yeah that’s all that she needed to say for me to lose control completely.
Hearing her beg for more.
I rose from her and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall away as her fingers traced the lines of my chest. She swallowed hard, her touch tentative yet curious.
My gaze moved over her skin already bared, stretched out on the bed, silently asking for me. I reached for her arm, my fingers gliding slowly.
I leaned in again, our tension built, sparking electric heat over us.
With one finger stroking her, I used the other hand to unzip my panties and my cock budged free, standing erect.
Eve swallowed hard and shut her eyes.
“What?” I murmured softly, a hint of teasing in my voice. “You’ve seen me before.”
She nodded, still unsteady. “I know….. it just feels… different.”
A slow, dark smile curved my lips as I settled back over her, careful, deliberate, letting her feel my weight without overwhelming her. I brushed my thumb along her side, grounding us both.
“Eve,” I said quietly, seriousness cutting through the desire, “if anything feels wrong, if you want me to stop, say the word.”
She gave me a small, quick nod, her leg curling around me, anchoring me, urging me forward.
I drove into her once, feeling her walls tighten instinctively around me. The sensation was electric, raw, beyond words. A low rumble vibrated in my chest, a response I couldn’t contain.
Pulling out slowly, I entered her a second time, my movements smooth, gentle, I let my hips roll over hers in perfect rhythm. I continued, in and out, careful, attentive, each stroke measured so as not to hurt, only to draw her closer to the edge.
Her moans were soft, laced with that fascinating mixture of pain and pleasure, the kind that made you question where one ended and the other began.
My movement stopped and I held her face to focus on me.
“Eve…. I can’t control it anymore,” I admitted, my voice rough, uneven with need. “I’m going to drive harder now.”
My gaze searched hers, desperate to see if she was with me, if she was truly okay. She offered only a simple nod, her surrender silent but complete.
A faint sigh escaped my lips, half frustration, half longing. I tapped her cheek gently, forcing her eyes to mine. “Please…. use your words. I need to know what you feel. I need to hear you.”
She pulled me closer, her body trembling with need. “Yes…. Enzo. I can take anything you give me tonight,” she gasped, her voice ragged and rising. “Fuck me hard.”
That was all the permission I needed. Every hesitation vanished. I moved without thought, without pause, driving into her with a hunger that burned through me…..fierce, relentless, impossibly deep.
Her moans grew louder, slipping off the walls, filling the room. “Lo… Renzo… yes… I’m almost there… harder…!”
Her legs quivered violently as I continued, each thrust hitting her walls in a rhythm meant to consume us both. There was no mercy, no restraint….only raw, unfiltered desire.
“Oh… yes….. I love you, Lorenzo,” she whispered, almost breathless.
Before tonight, the word “love” would have made me quiet. But not anymore. Having it leave her lips, spoken in the heat of our passion, became something I craved more than anything.
I grew more aggressive, circling every sensitive spot, stroking her with urgency until my own legs threatened to give out.
I cupped her face, grounding us. “Eve… we’re coming together. Just keep your eyes on me.”
She didn’t flinch. Her gaze locked onto mine, burning with need, her mouth parting in a soft, eager “Mhmmm.”
I drove into her one final time, her hips jerking to meet mine, her fingers digging into my back as I poured every last ounce of myself inside her. And I collapsed onto her, our chests heaving in unison as we clung to the remnants of our release.
It didn’t take long to steady myself. One last roll of my hips inside her, slow and deliberate, drew a soft, shivering sigh from both of us. Then I slowly pulled away, letting the traces of our passion linger in the heat between us.
I fell back onto the bed, mouth slightly parted, heart hammering in my chest. I turned to Evelyn, her chest rising and falling rapidly, still struggling to catch her breath.
I slid my arms around her, pulling her close, holding her as if I never wanted to let go. Her warmth pressed against me, soft and trembling, and I could feel the lingering tremor of our passion in every shiver that ran through her body.
“Hey… look at me,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Eve turned, her gaze finding mine, still heavy with breathless aftershocks.
“Are you….. alright?”
“Yes.” she whispered.
Good.
We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like forever, neither of us moving. By the time I could gather enough strength, I gently lifted her, carrying her to the bathroom. I washed her off, careful and slow, savoring the closeness, before we returned to the room in barely a minute.
I changed her into something soft and comfortable, guiding her back to bed with the same quiet intimacy that had taken over us, we didn't say much because they were unnecessary. Just glances, touches, and the sound of our breathing said everything.
After a quick shower, I slid into bed beside her, pulling her close once more. We curled into each other, limbs tangled, hearts still racing. The silence that followed already told me one thing…. That this was going to be my best night after so many centuries.