Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Every heated tug of his lips leaves me struggling to keep up, but I don’t care. I cling to him and give him everything I have as the intensity between us builds more and more.
A rough sound escapes him before he pulls back, just enough for our eyes to meet, and the look on his face steals whatever breath I have left.
Possessive. Starving. Brutal and completely undone.
“I’m fucking done denying myself the one thing I’ve always wanted.” He shakes his head and stares so deep into my eyes, I swear he can see into my soul. ‘You.” Clenching his jaw, he shakes his head again. “I’ve spent years telling myself I couldn’t have you. Years convincing myself never to cross the line.” Leaning a little closer, his tone is harsh and deep, and it sounds like a vow as he says, “You are mine. Every single fucking inch of you belongs to me. Got it?”
I remain silent as it finally dawns on me that losing me changed something fundamental in Enzo, and there’s no going back to who he used to be.
He gives me an impatient look and demands, “Answer me, Rosie.”
“Yes, I’m yours.” The words burst from me while heat pools in my core because he’s never been hotter than right now.
Enzo presses his forehead to mine, and his voice cracks when he groans, “Mine.”
Enzo
One fucking kiss, and there’s no more me and no more Rosie. From this moment forward, it’s us against the world.
Impatient to taste more of her, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and crush my mouth to hers.
Fucking nirvana.
I groan as my tongue strokes hers, her sweetness bursting over my taste buds.
A tremble racks through my body, and when Rosie moans softly, it does something to me. A desperate need for everything she’s willing to give consumes me, and her eagerness as she follows my lead drives me fucking wild.
I’m rock hard, and when I grab Rosie’s hips and push her down on my cock, air bursts from her.
Then I remember what she requested at the club and rip my mouth away from hers. “Why did you request no orgasm at Paradiso?”
“Huh?” She was so into the kiss it takes a moment for her brain to catch up. She shakes her head. “Sorry, what?”
“Why didn’t you want to orgasm during your appointment at the club?”
“Oh.” She shrugs. “I wasn’t sure I would be able to and didn’t want things to get awkward and for the guy to keep trying.”
I tilt my head. “Is that something you struggle with? Making yourself come.”
She lifts an eyebrow and glances down. “Wow, talk about giving me whiplash. Going from making my toes curl to making me want to crawl under a rock.”
Lifting my hands, I frame her face. “I just want to know so I can make things perfect for you, bella mia.”
Rosie takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before she admits, “I don’t think it’s something I struggle with. Sometimes I get it right in a couple of minutes and other times nothing I do works.” She shrugs again, but then something changes in her eyes, and she begins to look vulnerable. “It always feels empty and cold with a vibrator.”
I hate that for her. So fucking much.
“Are you okay with me touching you?” I ask.
Her gaze flits over my face, then she nods. “Can I touch you too?”
“Anytime. Anywhere.” I lean into her. “I’m yours, bella mia, and would love to feel your hands on me.”
Shifting forward on my lap, she presses her mouth to mine while her hands brush up and down my chest. Within a split second, I’m absorbed in her, and as our tongues dance to our own unique tune, I knead her lips and bite her bottom lip to my heart’s content.
I move a hand to her hip and push the other beneath her shirt. Trailing my fingers up her spine and over the dragon inked into her soft skin, a satisfied groan rumbles from my chest.
I’m a bit out of practice, but when I manage to unsnap her bra, a grin forms on my face. Breaking the kiss, I shove her shirt and the lace over her head and drop it on the couch.
Rosie’s chest rises and falls way too fucking fast, and her hair is tousled.
Fuck. I’ve never seen anything more sexy in my life.
When I place my hands on her ribs, I look down, and Christ, the sight of her breasts has my cock jerking behind the zipper of my jeans.
In complete awe of her, I move my hands up until my palms cover her perfect swells, and when I brush my thumbs over her nipples, I watch as goose bumps erupt on her skin.
I take in every beautiful inch of her before ducking my head and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. My lips move to a freckle above her left breast, and when I drag them over her nipple, she pushes a hand into my hair.