I’m pretty sure I’ve broken him.
Like seriously, he’s staring at me with wide eyes while his cheek twitches, but other than that he doesn’t make a move. Is he glitching? I think he may be glitching.
Or maybe he was just saying all that stuff thinking I’d back out, and he doesn’t really want this. Maybe he just—
Before I can even finish my thought, his strong arms are wrapped around me as he stands from the sofa and stalks through the apartment while I’m wrapped around him, clinging on for dear life.
We make it into his bedroom, and as much as I’d like to look around and see if I can spot glimpses of him since it’s the first time I’ve been in here, I’m not given the chance. He throws me down on the bed before pulling his shirt over his head and crawling on top of me.
“Are you sure about this, angel?” he murmurs, and I nod, too worked up to form words.
He hums before bringing his lips back to mine. It’s different this time, slower, gentler, and packed with more emotion than I’ve ever felt from a kiss. It almost feels loving, but I push that thought away. I won’t allow myself to make more of this than it is.
Enzo’s the type of man that could get anyone he wanted. He wants me right now, he says I’m his, but I’m not foolish enough to believe that will last. He’ll grow bored of me, and I’ll go back to being alone.
“You with me?” he whispers against my lips and curl my hands into his hair, gently pulling on the strands and making him deepen the kiss. It’s so freaking hot, so wild, so desperate.
I need him like I need air to breathe, like I’ll suffocate without him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this, angel. How long I’ve been imagining having you beneath me, in my bed, completely open for me. I feel like I’ll fucking die without you. You’re a goddamn goddess, and you’re all mine,” he rasps before he moves his body lower.
He bunches my tank top up and tilts his head down while tweaking my nipples. His tongue makes a leisurely stroke between the valley of my breasts before he latches a nipple into his mouth and he clamps down, making me cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect, Robyn,” he moans and works his way lower, kissing his way down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my shorts.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“You have no fucking idea how wild you’ve been driving me, walking ‘round this apartment in your little shorts, those goddamn tank tops that show your nipples perfectly since you’re so averse to wearing bras. You’re so fucking gorgeous that sometimes I still can’t quite believe you’re real.”
Instead of taking off my shorts like I expect him too, he runs a finger from the middle of the waistband right down to my pussy before stroking his way back up. A shiver of anticipation runs through me when he passes over my clit, and I could pass out from need. I’m a panting mess while he seems perfectly composed.
“I’ve wondered how easy it would be to pull these short to the side, you’re such a tease, Robyn. It’s almost like you’ve been walking around here, begging me to fucking snap, to lose all control and just let go. Is that what you wanted, angel? Did you need me as much I needed you?”
He peers up at me expectantly, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling, jaw tense like he’s barely holding on, his hair is mussed up from where I’ve run my fingers through it. He’s a freaking work of art.
“Yes. My God, I’ve needed you, Enzo,” I whisper, and he lets out a guttural moan before he dips his head down and simultaneously pulls my shorts to the side. There’s a flicker of delight in his gaze when he realizes I’m not wearing panties, but that soon changes to a look of hunger, and he runs a tentative lick across my slit.
My body jerks involuntarily and he presses a hand down on my stomach to keep me in place as he presses a finger inside me at the same time.
“Fuck, angel,” he rasps. “You taste so fucking sweet, you taste like you’re mine.” He keeps pumping his finger in and out, in and out before he brings his lips down to my clit and sucks. A wave crashes through me and I know I’m close.
“Enzo,” I whimper.
“Come for me angel, I need to taste it,” he murmurs against me, and my body responds on its own. I have no choice but to let go and be pulled under. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, I feel like I’m free-falling and I can only hope that Enzo will catch me as I crash land.
I must black out, because the next thing I know, Enzo is peppering kisses across my chin and cheek, whispering my name.
My eyes flicker open, and my gaze connects with his, he’s wearing a sweet smile and I wish I could see that smile every single day. He’s breathtakingly beautiful, and for right now, he’s mine.
“You with me?”
“I’m with you,” I whisper, and we both know I don’t just mean in this moment. I’m in this with him until the bitter, heart shattering end.
“You wanna sleep?” he murmurs, and I refrain from rolling my eyes.
“Not a chance. You told me I was yours. I think it’s about time you show me exactly what that means.”
That sweet smile shifts into a cocky smirk, and then he’s pulling away from me to stand. I watch in rapid fascination as he slowly unzips his jeans and pulls them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers. I raise a brow, wanting him to continue and he shakes his head with a chuckle.
He pulls them down just as slowly before he readjusts to his full height. His cock bobs in front of me and I can feel the blood draining from my face at the sight of him. His dick isn’t just big, it’s freaking huge. Bigger than I’ve seen, and it’s not until I start crawling across the bed towards him that I see the glint of metal on the underside of his length.
Oh shit.
