Page 95 of The Bonventi Secret
"I love you," I whisper, the words falling from my lips like a prayer. "I love you, Enzo."
His rhythm falters for a moment, and he presses his forehead to mine. "I love you, Livia," he breathes. "More than anything in this world."
We move together, our bodies finding a perfect synchronicity. The pleasure builds slowly, a warmth spreading through me that has nothing to do with physical sensation and everything to do with the emotional connection we're sharing.
The sensation builds, and I can feel my orgasm approaching. My body tenses, and I grasp at Enzo, pulling him closer. "Fuck," I gasp. "I'm close."
He nods, his jaw clenched as he fights to maintain control. "Me too, baby,” he grunts, his voice rough with effort.
I can feel it, the tightening in my core, the heat spreading through my body. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps as I cling to Enzo, my nails digging into his skin. And then it hits me, a wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me gasping and shaking as it overtakes everything.
My body clenches around Enzo, and I can feel him respond, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he finds his own release. His body shudders, and he groans my name, his voice raw with emotion.
We cling to each other, and I can feel the aftershocks of our shared pleasure, the pulsing of his cock inside me, the tightening of my body around him. It's intense, overwhelming, and I never want it to end.
Enzo shifts, carefully rolling to the side and pulling me with him. We lie there, our bodies still joined, our hearts racing in tandem.He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his touch gentle and loving.
"I've never felt anything like that," Enzo says.
I tilt my head back to look at him, seeing the love and devotion in his eyes. "I know what you mean. Only you could make me feel this way, Enzo," I say, my voice serious. "Only you."
We lie there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the danger, not the fear, not the uncertainty. All that matters is us, and the love that binds us together.
I lie in Enzo's arms, my body still humming from our lovemaking, my mind wandering, and I suddenly remember Alex.
"Enzo," I say, my voice showing my concern. "What happened to Alex? Is he... did he...?" I can't bring myself to finish the question, fear gripping my heart.
Enzo's arms tighten around me slightly. "Alex is alive," he says. "He survived the shooting."
Relief washes over me, so intense that I feel tears prick at my eyes. "Really? Oh, thank God."
"He's recovering well," Enzo continues, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on my back. "I have him in a private medical care facility, the best money can buy. The doctors are optimistic about his recovery."
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. "It's my fault," I say. "I pushed him to go to that sandwich shop. If I hadn't been so stubborn, if I had just listened?—"
"Stop," Enzo says firmly, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. "This was not your fault, Livia. None of it."
I shake my head, unable to accept his words. "But if I hadn't insisted on going, if I had just returned to the mansion like you wanted?—"
"The Rossis would have found another way," Enzo interrupts, his jaw clenching at the mention of our enemies. "They were determined to get to you, to get to me. This isn't on you. The blame lies solely with them, and they've paid the price for it."
"Still," I insist, unable to let go of my guilt entirely, "Alex got hurt because of me."
"Alex knew the risks when he took on the job of protecting you. He's a professional, Livia. He doesn't blame you, and neither do I."
"Well, I want to see him," I say suddenly. "When he's well enough. I just need to apologize."
Enzo nods. "Of course. When the doctors clear him for visitors, I'll take you to see him myself." Then he shifts to sit up in the bed. "I want to talk to you about the diary."
Though it's a bit hard, I sit up too. "You don't need to tell me anything about it."
He shakes his head. "No, if you're going to be my wife, then you must know things you want to know. Look, you're entering my world now. I need you beside me, not in the shadows like I thought wives were supposed to be. I need you in my corner, I need your intelligence, your wit, but most importantly—I just need you."
"I'm here for you, Enzo."
"So there can be no more secrets between you and me moving forward. Ask, and I will tell you."
My mind explodes with thoughts of everything I learned in that journal. Part of me wants to ask him outright about everything, but the other part of me doesn't care. In time, maybe I'll learn about it. I just don't feel it's worth it anymore.
