Page 127 of Into the Fire

“Ethan,” I whimpered. “God.”

He ate me slowly. Methodically. Perfectly.

His tongue knew just how to drive me mad as he flicked it across my clit. The sensations were intense and were only made more so when he slid a finger deep inside me, followed by a second one. He hooked them before driving them against the spot that drove me wild.

I came with a soft cry, his name on my lips and my fingers tangled in his hair.

He finished his work before kissing his way up my body, his cock teasing my pussy as he peered down at me.

“If you weren’t already marrying Enzo, I’d ask you to marry me,” he whispered.

I blinked at him. “Really?”

“Yes, baby. I want you forever, Rosalie.”

“Oh, Ethan,” I rasped before kissing him deeply.

He pushed into my heat, his brand of lovemaking taking over. Sweet. Gentle. Just so. . .Ethan.

I came again with a soft moan, clenching his cock in my depths. He followed with his release only moments later until we both lay next to each other on the floor of my closet in one another’s arms.

“Everything is going to be OK, right?” he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability. “We can fix this, right?”

“I hope so.” I rested my hand over his heart, feeling the scar beneath my fingertips from the bullet he’d taken.

“It’ll be OK,” he murmured. “We’re meant to be. All of us.”

I hugged him against me. “I believe that.”

And I did, despite everything. I did.

FORTY-ONE

ENZO

Istood up from where I was sitting in the living room when E stepped into the room, holding Rosalie’s hand.

Fox sat forward and paused the football game he was playing, and Cole put down his Xbox controller.

“Look who I found,” E said. I took in his messy hair and the small sparkle in his eyes and let out a breath of relief, knowing he’d at least been successful at whatever he’d been up to. Hearing him crying out in his sleep for the last week had been a fucking nightmare, and maybe Rosalie and him at least working through things would offer him a bit of comfort he could take to dreamland with him.

I was sure if she knew the turmoil he was really in, she’d have been at his side, but he didn’t want her to know how deep he’d fallen.

We had to respect his wishes.

“Rosalie,” I said softly.

“Hey, Rosie,” Fox greeted her with a nervous smile.

Cole simply sat staring at her like he couldn’t believe he was seeing her.

“Hey,” she answered back, allowing E to lead her deeper into the room. He sat, pulled her onto his lap, and rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“A-are you hungry?” Cole finally called out. “I-I can get you some pizza. We have some left over. We got it about an hour ago. Even got your favorite breadsticks. I-I was going to bring it upstairs, but I didn’t want to disturb you, and E said he’d made you a sandwich earlier.” Cole winced at his rambling.

“I’m fine. Thank you,” she said softly.

Cole shot me a desperate look.

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