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Enzo

"Oh, god…"

Sera's cries of passion were something I wondered if I would ever hear again. Her thighs clamped down on my shoulders, and I laid my arms over her hips to hold her still as her orgasm crashed over her. Before she had a chance to come down, I climbed over her, shoving my pants and boxer briefs down as I went until my cock sprang free. Come leaked from the head and I gripped myself in my fist, spreading it over her as I probed at her entrance.

"Enzo. Stop. Please. Stop. STOP."

I barely heard her pleas through the haze of lust and the pounding of my pulse in my ears. Grinding my teeth until my jaw hurt, I froze above her. "Sera," I breathed. I wasn't above begging at this point. I needed to be inside of her. To feel her around me, warm and alive and screaming my name.

But she was stiff with fear beneath me. And her eyes, when they met mine, were bright and wild. "I'm sorry…I'm s-sorry." Her voice was thick with tears.

They banked the fire inside of me enough so that I could hear her. I held myself completely still above her, my arms shaking with the effort. Looking down, I saw her eyes were squeezed shut and her face was a mask of fear. "Hey, hey. Sera. Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes and look at me."

She blinked her eyes open, gradually focusing on me.

"It's just me, baby girl. You're okay. It's just me."

Her eyes were red with tears. "I'm so sorry," she told me.

I pressed my lips to the corners of her eyes, tasting the salt of her fear and pain. "You don't need to apologize," I told her. "But you need to tell me what you need from me. Do you really want me to stop?"

"I don't know," she whispered.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No." I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders and my painfully swollen cock jerked in response. I was still poised at her entrance, my entire body trembling with the effort it took to hold myself still. "I'm sorry," she said again. "It's just me. I'm just…" She looked around the room, her eyes a little wild. "…I was fine, and then…I wasn't." A sob caught in her throat.

She wasn't fine when I laid on top of her and was about to fuck her. "Okay," I told her. I rolled over, taking her with me until she was straddling my hips, her hands on either side of my head.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you all the control, baby." My hands tightened on her hips. She adjusted her position, and I groaned as the tips of her breasts brushed my chest.

She stared down at me.

"You can get up any time you want," I told her. "Nothing is holding you down on this bed. Not even me."

She looked down at our bodies, so close to being joined. "Enzo, I'm…" A sob caught in her throat. "I'm dirty," she whispered.

Dirty? "What are you talking about?"

"I'm disgusting."

I stared up at her in disbelief, my heart pounding, watching as her face crumbled and tears dripped onto my chest. "Sera-"

"You don't know what they did to me, those men." Beautiful, lost eyes rose to meet mine. "All of those men. So many I couldn't keep track of them. At first, I couldn't remember. But now…now bits and pieces are coming back to me. They…hurt me. And I did nothing to stop them. I couldn't stop them…"

The bastards. The goddamn fucking bastards.

She was swiftly falling back into the hell of her memories. I could see it in the haunted look in her eyes and the way she was starting to try to draw in on herself so she could hide within her shame.

I couldn't allow her to do that. What happened to her was not her fault. And she didn't have one damn thing to be ashamed of. "Sera. Baby, listen to me. Are you listening to me?"

After a moment, she raised her head and looked at me with bloodshot red eyes.

"You are not any of those fucking things. You are not a victim. Do you understand? Bad shit happened to you. It happens to all of us. You can't change it. But you can choose whether or not these things will define you, or if you will leave them in the past where they belong.

And those men that hurt you? I wish I could kill every single one of them." A glimmer of what I could only describe as hope shone from her eyes.

"I would happily peel the skin from their bodies and twist their cocks off with my bare hands. Then I would shove it down their throats until they fucking choked on it." The need for revenge pulsed through my blood, feeding the lust that already resided there. I raised my hips, sliding my hardened sex through her slick folds. "I'll do all of that and more to the ones I can find. I'll even let you help if you wish. Would you like that?"

Her answer was immediate as her eyes hardened. "Yes."

I smiled up at her. My sweet girl. "Are you going to let them win, Sera? All of those cock-less bastards?"

She shook her head, sending soft waves of pink hair sliding over her bare shoulders. "No," she gritted out.

"No," I repeated. "No one fucks you anymore without your permission. You choose who you're going to fuck. Only you."

Again, she looked down our bodies. "I want to fuck you," she said softly.

"But I don't know what to do."

"Yes, you do. And I'll help you." I raised my hips slightly, sliding my cock along her core, and her breath caught, her nails clawing into the front of my shoulders.

"Oh, my god."

Grinding my teeth, I pushed my head back into the mattress. It took everything I had in me not to flip her over and force my cock as deep as it would go, but I wouldn't do that to her again. I needed to allow her to take this at her speed, because the way she was looking at me right now…she wanted me, but she was afraid. And it tore me apart inside. "Lift up a little."

I showed her with my hands what I meant, and she did as I asked. With one hand, I positioned myself at her entrance and pulled her down just far enough for me to sink inside of her a bit. "Do you feel me?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Is that okay?"

"Yes."

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. "Let me in, baby. Just sit down on me."

She lowered her hips, and I slid another inch inside of her. I groaned when she stopped, and her eyes flew to mine. Her expression was a little bit panicked. "Is it hurting you?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No."

I nodded. "Good. You're doing so good. Keep going, baby girl."

She took me a little bit deeper, and I had to let go of her hips and grip the comforter. "Ah! God…You're so fucking tight. You feel so good…"