Page 2 of Into the Fire

“OK,” I agreed. “I’d like to have the reception here in our backyard if we could though.”

“God, I love you,” he said softly, running his lips along my jaw. I smiled as he kissed his way to my lips, his fingers lightly guiding me to him.

I parted my lips and kissed him back, a soft moan spilling from my mouth.

He eagerly deepened our kiss until he broke it off.

“Engagement party.”

“When?” I whispered against his lips.

“Mm, my parents’ anniversary is coming up. I don’t want to overshadow that, so I’ll talk to them about it. I’d like it to be in the spring though."

“Sounds good. Now we just have to get something to wear.” I kissed him again.

“I want you in all white, Sunshine. Even the roses you carry and wear in your hair should be white.”

“What makes you think I want to have roses?”

“Because white roses are your favorite.”

I smiled against his lips and dove back into him. He wasted no time in lifting me to sit on the table before pushing me to lie back on it.

I did so without protest, desperate for him to take me out of my head for a little bit.

Carefully, he dragged my panties down my legs and pushed my skirt up. I watched as he pulled his favorite knife from his boot, twirled it, and cocked his head at me, his dark eyes glittering.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart beating hard as I took in the knife he held. Enzo adored knives and was terrifying with them in his hands. I’d never seen anyone handle a weapon the way he did.

He ran the blade lightly along my thigh. “Figured we’d have a little fun. Trust me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, nodding my head.

He smiled at me and twirled the knife again quickly before he teased my clit with the handle. I whimpered as he slid it slowly downward until he was teasing my pussy with it.

“I’m going to fuck you with it,” he husked out. “And you’re going to come for me.”

“Enzo—” His name faltered on my lips as he breached me with the handle, making me gasp.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he murmured, pushing the handle in further before pulling it out only to do it again. “Your pussy is so wet for me, baby.”

I quivered as he slowly fucked me with the handle of the knife, my heart in my throat. It has been a long time since he’d done this to me. In fact, it brought back a whole host of memories. With my eyelids squeezed tightly closed, I steadied my breathing.

But then he sucked against my clit, making me arch off the table and whimper out his name.

He didn’t stop his work. He sucked and licked my clit while fucking me with the knife handle until I was a quivering mess on the table, my release gushing from me like an erupting fire hydrant.

“Oh, my perfect little ray of Sunshine,” he murmured as I lay sated on the kitchen table, his chin glistening with my release. He licked his lips and pulled the handle out of my pussy before gliding his tongue along the blade to collect the moisture. When he was satisfied, he tucked it back into his boot.

I made to sit up, but he put his hand in the center of my chest and pushed me back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he undid his belt and pants. He pulled his thick cock free and ran it along my slit, making me tremble more.

“You’re not done until I say you are.” He pushed forward, entering me.

I groaned as I took all of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, snapping his hips forward and grinding against me before pulling out to do it again. “Every time is like the first time.”

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