Page 46 of SINS & Temptation

He shuts the door. The click of the lock sends heat licking up my neck.

Enzo strips off his shirt completely, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him without one—though I’m not exactly sure how that’s possible.

My eyes trace the contours of his body, each line more surreal than the last: olive skin draped over a powerful chest, tight nipples, and abs carved from stone.

“Say it, Bella.” God, the growl of his voice.

I lick my lips. “Say what?”

“What you said the other night.” He unzips, deliberately slow. “When you begged.” He pushes his slacks to the floor, leaving him in nothing but a dark pair of briefs that only emphasize his size.

And up close and personal, the man is big.

His breath becomes rhythmic, his chest rising and falling, his nose flaring. “Say it.” These words aren’t just a demand. They’re rough, yes—pure seduction wrapped in ironclad control.

But the second I do, I know there’s no going back.

And then what? I wake up, and the beautiful dream is over?

When he removes the last of it—his boxers—and his cock springs free, I can’t think.

My gaze is drawn down, the meaty girth of him, the weight of his balls. If I ever thought this man was gorgeous, I was wrong.

Enzo is a masterpiece.

Heat floods my system, lips quivering as I blink away a fog of doubt and sanity, until there’s nothing before me but him.

He steps in front of me, invading my space like a roman soldier. Pressing into my belly. Fear and anticipation flutter in my gut and I clench.

With one finger, he tilts my face up, his lips brushing against mine like a whisper. “Say it,” he murmurs, as my eyes flutter shut.

And I do. “Please,” I whisper back, the word slipping out like a desperate prayer. “Please, fuck me, Mr. D’Angelo.”

With a hand at my neck, he kisses me, and it’s nothing like I imagined. It’s soft, tender, his tongue licking and exploring with a sensual precision that makes my knees give. Have I mentioned the man can kiss? The man. Can. Kiss.

He takes my hand and guides it to stroke his length. Jesus H., my fingers barely fit around it. It’s like that moment when you eye a massive burger, wondering if it’ll actually fit in your mouth...

With one more deep, mesmerizing kiss, his lips trail down my neck as he peels off my clothes, one by one. He lowers himself to his knees, and soon he’s eating me out so good that I can barely stand.

I grab his hair. “Enzo, I?—”

Two fingers invade me, forcing their way in and out, but he doesn’t let up. That lethal tongue of his—licking, sucking, circling my clit until there’s nothing stopping this runaway train. The orgasm is building so fast, the impulse to grind his face comes without warning.

Rough stubble, his slick, wet tongue, one, more, finger, and—“Oh, God!”

With one more hard suck of my clit, I see stars.

To the point that, I don’t know how, but the next thing I know, my back hits the cold wall. His teeth graze my neck, his hands grip my ass, and the thick tip of him glides just past my entrance.

We’re both panting, sheened in sweat, when before I can think or speak, and he’s in, stretching me, pulling out, pushing in...

Thrusting . . .

Thrusting . . .

Thrusting . . .

And God. This man owns me. All of me.

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