Page 55 of Merciless Oath

“Nah, she was a brunette,” I say confidently. “Wait, at least I think she was.”

“Enzo,” the entire car groans.

“Wanna check out the orange orchard?” I ask, trying to steal Lenny away from the group after dinner.

“I think it’s called a grove,” Lux chimes in.

No time for your nonsense right now, Lux.“Whatever,” I snort. “Lenny?”

I need her so bad right now. I haven’t been able to stop looking at her all afternoon—no, wanting her, desiring her, obsessing over her. Having Lenny in my life again is dangerous.

“Fine.” She shrugs, putting her plate away and pulling on her coat. “Just don’t get us lost, okay? I’m not made to survive in the woods.”

“Noted.” I grin, tugging on my own jacket. We step outside into the frosty February air, and I inhale deeply. “The snow smells so crunchy, don’t you think?”

She laughs in confusion, eyeing me like I’m an alien or something, but I don’t even care. I grab her hand and pull her down the steps and into the snowbanks.

We giggle like little kids as we run and trip through the snow, throwing snowballs at each other and slipping on ice.

By the time we make it to the orange grove, we’re both breathless and flushed, gasping for air. I spin her around and press her back up against the wooden fence. She arches completely, leaning back to look at the night sky, and I follow her lead.

“The stars are dizzying,” she announces in wonder. “There are so many! You never see this in the city.”

“Fine,” I grumble. “I’ll admit it’s theonegood thing about country living.”

“Don’t be such a city mouse, Enzo.” She laughs, beaming at me and taking my breath away. Here, under the inky night sky filled with millions of stars, she’s the most beautiful version of herself—carefree, glowing, and happy.

“Come on,” I gasp, pulling her under the fence and daring her to race me through the grove.

Running through such tall snowbanks is a grueling ordeal, even for someone like me who swims laps every day. We collapseonto a mound of snow under a scraggly orange tree, gasping for air.

“You’re… insane,” Lenny pants out, clutching her chest.

“Yep,” I breathe before rolling over and pinning her down. Her mouth is open, hot puffs of air coming hard and fast. I kiss her flushed cheeks lightly and then her lips. She moans into my kiss, pulling me closer.

I want to feel her, to touch and lick and kiss every single inch of her, but the snow is making things difficult. It’s seeping through our clothes, weighing us down, and probably causing pneumonia. I break away, and she whines, pouting at me.

“The snow, baby,” I say, scooping her up and glancing around. We’re surrounded by orange trees and snow—nothing else.

I press her up against the tree nearest to us, urging her to wrap her legs around me. She’s kissing me feverishly, like nothing else in the world matters at this moment.

I slip my hands under her ass to support her while she moves her hands between us, desperately trying to shift our clothes aside enough to feel me.

“We’re going to have to move fast.” I grin, eyeing her half-lidded eyes and rosy cheeks. “I personally don’t want frostbite on my balls.”

“No, we definitely don’t want that,” she purrs, trapping my mouth with another kiss. I let go and lean fully into the kiss, feeling every single brush of her tongue on mine, tasting the wine on her lips, drowning in the warmth of her.

I gasp when I feel her ice-cold fingers circle around my cock. She gives it one stroke but takes pity on me and guides it inside her.

As soon as I sink in, my head spins. What a heady feeling it is—sliding into a warm, wet pussy in sub-zero temperatures under a blanket of sparkling stars.

We start off nice and slow but quickly realize we’ll have to adjust to a much more aggressive rhythm.This is why people have sex on the beach, not in the snow.

The cold seeps in through my jacket, creating an intoxicating combination of goosebumps mixed with Lenny’s hot breath on my face.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she urges me as I thrust deeper and harder with each movement. “I’m so close, Enzo, don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” I encourage her. “Get your pleasure.”

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