Page 150 of Enzo

“You kept looking for the key?” he says, putting my shameful pieces together.

A sob rips from me. “Yes, I’m so sorry, Enzo. I just wanted to cure my infertility. I swear I wasn’t going to hurt anyone; I just want to be fixed.”

I don’t expect his arms to wrap around me and pull me into him. I definitely didn’t plan for the kiss on my forehead.

“Look at me.”

It takes me a moment to build up the courage to look him in the eyes. When I do, the hate I was expecting isn’t there.

“You’ve been manipulated and used your entire life. Markis is a predator. He preyed on your innocence and used it to turn you into someone that you’re not. The fact that you realized what he was trying to do was wrong is proof that you weren’t the problem.”

“But I killed so many people. I don’t deserve—”

“Stop telling me what you deserve,” he snarls, grabbing me around the neck. “I’m not some little boy. I’m a grown fucking man. I’m old enough to know what I want, and I want you, Michaela. Despite your past, despite your insecurities, despite who you once were. I. Want. You. I deserve you, just like you deserve me.”

My body shakes with my tears. This is the love I dreamed about. The love I wished for as I sat up in those trees when I was a child running away from my cold, loveless home. This man is all I ever wanted,

“I love you,” I say the words without over thinking. I don’t question if it’s too soon or if it’s the magic of the bond or if he feels the same. I tell him exactly what I feel in my heart.

He pulls my lips to his, taking no time sliding his tongue into my mouth. He rolls us over, me on top of him. I lean up, straddling his waist. He sits up too. I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it off over my head. I toss the fabric to the side. Enzo reaches behind me and unfastens my bra. I slip my arms out. He tosses it over his head. With a hand at my lower back, hepulls me into him, latching onto my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth while cupping the other tit in his large hands. I moan as I hold my head back.

The tent has a plastic opening in the roof that allows me to see straight up to the sky above me.

Enzo moves from one peak, trailing kisses across my chest to my other nipple. He rolls his tongue over the puckered flesh, causing me to squirm in his lap.

His hot mouth feels so good against my flesh. I run my fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head. He trails kisses from the center of my chest up my throat to my chin before pulling my head forward so he can kiss my lips.

Grabbing ahold of the hem of his shirt, I lift it up, needing to feel his skin against mine. He leans back, breaking the kiss so that I can pull the shirt over his head. I drop it beside me. He immediately locks his lips to mine.

I work the button of his pants undone. We don’t even stop to pull them down. I slide his length out of the opening in his boxers. Breaking the kiss, I keep my eyes on him as I lick the palm of my hand. Sliding the same hand between our bodies, I wrap it around his hardened member and stroke him up and down. His gaze narrows, but he doesn’t shut his eyes. I continue to jack him off as he stares back at me.

We don’t speak a word out loud. Just the sound of our breathing and moans of pleasure. I want to bring him pleasure. However, he has other plans. Enzo reaches around me, grabbing the fabric of my leggings. He pulls at the material, splitting it in half. He shreds my bottoms, pulling them completely apart. Leaving nothing between us but my lace panties. His eagerness to get to my center is felt by both of us.

Lifting, I slide my panties to the side with one hand while holding him up with the other. I look down between us to line me up, but his finger under my chin has me staring back at him.I follow his silent command, looking into his golden eyes as I slowly lower myself onto him.

I whimper at the snug fit. He moans as I seat myself. Placing my hand on his shoulders, I start my slow ride. Lifting to the tip, I rock back down until he’s buried deep.

He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t take over or control my pace. He simply lets me enjoy the ride. I roll my hips faster, the way I’m angled, the waist of his jeans brush against my clit causing a wave of euphoria to hit every time it touches me.

“Kiss me, Zo,” I plead, needing his lips on mine.

“Take what you want, Baby Girl.”

I lean forward, burying my tongue in his mouth. He allows me to dominate him this time. I kiss him as if my life depends on it. As I draw close to my release, my movements become more erratic. I lose my rhythm as my body jerks. Releasing his lips, I place my forehead to his. He grabs my hips, assisting me as I reach my climax.

“Zo. Zo. Zo.” I call his name breathlessly as my orgasm spirals up in me. I come on a long moan as I rain down into his lap.

Without slipping out of me, he flips us over. I’m on my back, staring up at him. He leans up, pulling out of me. Gently, he eases my underwear and destroyed yoga pants down my legs and yanks them off, tossing them. He then works the rest of his clothes off. I lie there, watching him, my eyes half closed, the orgasm still tingling through me. Once he’s naked, he climbs back between my legs. Holding his weight up with one arm, he lifts one of my legs over his forearm. When he slides into me, my back arches off the floor.

“Stay with me, baby,” he whispers right as I close my eyes. I pop them back open so that I can see him.

“Tell me if I’m too deep,” he groans as he slowly pulls out and pushes back into me. I whimper at the depths he’s going. However, I don’t complain, I want to feel him.

He rocks into me slowly, never picking up the pace. Every time he pushes into me, my back arches. My body has never felt like this before. There is no rush to get to his end. He isn’t trying to break my spine or fuck me into the mattress. He’s making love to me. And it feels incredible. His golden eyes never leave mine.

My pants are loud as I call his name and beg him not to stop.

I can see the exertion on his face. It’s killing him to move at this pace, but he’s doing it.

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