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Enzo leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. “You’re incredible,” he says. “And this is just the beginning. There’s so much more I want to show you.”

As I come down from the high, he unties me, his touch gentle and soothing. I lay there, catching my breath, feeling a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. Enzo lays down beside me, pulling me into his arms.

“How was that?” he asks, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Absolutely amazing,” I whisper, snuggling closer to him.

I’m buzzing with excitement, eager for more of this wild ride. “What’s next?” I ask, barely able to keep the eagerness out of my voice.

Enzo chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “It’s best to ease into this, a little at a time. I want you to savor everymoment, not rush through it.”

I pout, feeling a bit disappointed, but then he starts slipping out of his clothes, and all coherent thoughts fly out the window. My eyes widen as his shirt comes off, revealing a body that looks like the gods sculpted it. Broad, powerful chest, chiseled abs, and those perfect V-lines that make my mouth water.

He kicks off his shoes and undoes his belt, sliding his pants off with one smooth motion. His legs are just as impressive, strong, and muscular, revealing a man who takes care of himself. I can’t help but admire him, my breath catching at the sight of his naked form. A few scars and tattoos decorate his physique.

Enzo catches me staring and smirks, leaning down to kiss me deeply. I melt into him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the strength beneath his skin. The kiss grows more intense, our tongues dancing as his hands explore my body, igniting every nerve ending.

After a moment, he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. “Ready for more?” he asks, his voice husky as he slowly takes off my bra and panties.

“Absolutely,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need as I lay bare before him.

Enzo positions himself between my legs, his body pressing down on mine. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, it’s all so perfect. He enters me slowly, once again giving me time to adjust to his thickness. I gasp at the sensation, my body arching to meet his. He fills me completely, every inch of him fitting perfectly.

He starts to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate. I can feel every thrust, every movement, driving me wild with pleasure.My hands grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I hold on for the ride. Enzo’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me hard as he picks up the pace.

The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking, our breaths mingling, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I can’t get over how perfect he feels, how every touch, every thrust, sends me spiraling closer to the edge.

Enzo’s hand slips between us, his fingers finding that sweet spot, driving me crazy. I moan against his lips, my body trembling as I approach the brink. “Enzo, I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper.

“Let go, Mandy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Come for me.”

His words push me over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as I release, the orgasm crashing over me in waves. Enzo follows soon after, his own release mixing with mine, his body tensing before he collapses onto me, breathing heavily. He pushes hard, his cock exploding inside, filling me with his warm seed.

We lie there for a moment, our bodies tangled, our hearts pounding in sync. Enzo lifts his head, looking down at me with a satisfied smile. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

I smile back, feeling completely content. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease, snuggling closer to him.

He laughs softly, holding me tighter. “Get some rest. This is just the beginning.”

As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I can’t help but feel excited for what comes next.

Chapter 15

Mandy

I’m jogging around Natalie’s place, getting myself warmed up for our workout.

The beachfront LA area is absolutely stunning, as always. The early morning sun casts a golden glow over everything, the ocean sparkling like a million diamonds. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, and the smell of saltwater fills the air. It’s the perfect way to start the day.

As I jog, I can’t help but reflect on how the last month with Enzo has gone. He’s been taking me out to dinner when I’m not working, but no place where we’ll be seen. It’s all very hush-hush. Part of me thinks I should be bothered by this, but I’m not.

I know exactly why he’s being discreet. At least, I think I do. He probably doesn’t want Jimmy to know we’re seeing each other. My dad would find some way to use the relationship to his advantage, and I won’t allow that. He may be the reason I met Enzo in the first place, but Jimmy’s always been a manipulative asshole, and I don’t need him messing things up for me.

Besides, I really like spending time with Enzo. He’s been respectful about the whole situation with my dad. I didn’t give him the full story, just that my dad is an asshole and that he needs to be careful. Enzo gets it. He doesn’t push, and he doesn’t pry. He just goes along with it, making sure to keep our meetings private and low-key.

I’ve loved every minute of it.

Enzo has this way of tying me up that’s both artistic and insanely hot. He’s introduced me to shibari, better known as kinbaku, the Japanese art of rope tying, and it’s next-level sexy. There’s something incredibly thrilling about the way he wraps the ropes around my body, the intricate patterns pressing into my skin, holding me in place. The suspense builds as I lay there, completely at his mercy, giving into his control.

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