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“I get that. I’m not asking you to drop it completely, I’m asking you to let me in. Let me be who you lean on.”

I’m not sure what an anxiety attack feels like, but I think whatever is going on with me right now is fairly close to one. My heart is pounding, my thoughts are racing, my palms are sweaty and everything inside me is telling me not to trust him. But there is a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice I hadn’t heard since I was a young girl. The voice pleads with me to try it.

Liz’s words from yesterday pop in my head.“Promise me you will give love a try. For me.”

“I’m doing this for you, Liz.”

Sighing, I finally say. “Okay.”

He smiles proudly, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest. I place my hand on his stomach to halt him. He looks down into my eyes.

“Don’t break my heart, Enzo. It won’t end well.”

His smile grows higher. “Even when you’re threating me, my dick still gets hard.”

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. His tongue slips into my mouth and takes over. His scent explodes on my senses.

With his lush lips pressed to mine, I let my guard down. I guess I’m giving this love thing one more try.

Chapter Thirty-five

Teenagers

Enzo

Her moans send me into a frenzy. I bury my face further into her center, devouring her essence. It’s been a full week since Michaela and I had the talk in the infirmary. Since then, she has been actively trying to make this work.

We sit up late at night whenever we can and talk about our childhoods. We cook every meal together. And we have sex, lots of sex.

She scrapes her nails through my hair, rocking her center onto my face. I know she’s close, because her hips lose control when she’s about to cum. Before she can reach her peak, I pull away from her.

“Zo,” she whimpers as I climb to my feet.

I run a hand down my face and chin, wiping away the mess she made. With a wide grin, I spread her legs open on the bathroom sink. Placing one foot over my shoulder and holding the other leg out to the side. I grab my cock and line it up to her center before slowly pushing in.

She tosses her head back against the mirror and moans. I fight the urge to bust as soon as I’m in. Her pussy has that magic in it. The tight, wet warmth wraps around my length like a tight grip. Pulling out to the head, I slowly push back in.

“Shit,” she whimpers. Her hands are on my stomach. I ignore her little protest as I move in and out of her. She’s so wet, my pubic hair is glistening from her cream.

“Do you want me deeper, Baby Girl?” I glance up at her face.

Her bottom lip is between her teeth. Her brows are scrunched together. She is always beautiful, but the faces she makes when I’m buried inside her are fucking insane.

“Yes, Zo. Please,” she begs.

Pushing the leg I’m holding out further, I slide deeper into her. She squeals.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” I groan as I work my hips into her.

Sweat drips down my forehead and into my eyes. When her walls start to spasm around me, I wrap my free hand around her neck and lift her body from the mirror, bringing her lips to mine.

“Cum for me, mate,” I growl as I slide my tongue into her mouth.

She kisses me back until her orgasm wrings a cry from her. Her tunnel squeezes my cock in a death grip. I toss my head back and groan as rope after rope of my nut shoots out of me, bathing her walls. I remain buried inside her even after I’ve softened. Lowering my head to hers, I kiss her lips. This time, I take my time slowly pecking her plush lips before driving my tongue in and claiming her mouth. I could stay this way with her forever. In this bathroom, buried inside her while I kiss her. However, that is not an option.

She finally pulls away from the kiss, a smile on her face.

“You know my shower water is probably cold now?”

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