Page 70 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

Propped on my elbows with one knee bent I watch him.

He unbuttons his shirt, revealing his toned torso that my eyes feast on. Pulling it off, he tosses it on a chair. Unbuckling his belt, the metal clanking, he unzips his jeans, letting them drop to the floor with a thud. Still wearing his boxer briefs, he walks to the bed.

“If I’m going to worship you, this has to come off.” He holds out his hand and I take it, standing up from the bed.

Squatting down, he slips his hands under my dress. Keeping his eyes on mine, he maintains contact with my skin as he moves my dress up my legs and over my hips. The higher he goes, the faster my breaths leave me. I raise my arms above my head and he moves the dress over my breasts, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor.

“You’re so beautiful, Candi.” He sweeps his eyes across my body. Stepping in, he puts his arm around my lower back and cradles my head with his other hand. His kiss is gentle, loving. “Lie down,” he hushes. “It’s time you feel what it’s like to have someone be attentive to your magnificent body.”

My heartbeat picks up. As I lie back on the bed, he climbs into the center, tucking himself close to me.

“What do you like?” he asks, the curiosity in his eyes burns with greedy mischief as he awaits my answer.

“I don’t really know. No one’s ever touched me the way you do.” My breaths heavy, begging for him to touch me, consume me.

“Then we’ll explore together.” He vows. “If there’s something you don’t like, tell me.”

I take a breath and nod, lost in his kryptonic eyes.

He reaches over to my whiskey glass and takes out the ice cube. “Hands up here.” He taps my pillow and props himself on his elbow.

I rest my hands above my head, anticipation pumping ferociously.

With the ice in his fingers, he touches it to my décolletage. I gasp, grabbing my elbows with my hands above me. He looks down at me with a wicked smile. At a glacial pace, he slides the ice down the center of my body. It’s so cold, I flinch, moving my arms.

In one swift movement, he pops the ice in his mouth, straddles my body, and holds both of my wrists in one hand above my head. My breaths are heavy as I look up into his eyes. Locking his eyes on mine, he holds the ice cube between is teeth. Then he leans down, placing his lips over my nipple. My back arches in response as a loud gasp bolts out of me. The ice, freezing cold, his warm tongue circling my nipple, it’s an intense sensation of pleasure with a hint of pain.

Taking the ice in his fingers, he moves it around my nipple as he takes my other nipple into his still-frigid mouth. Whimpering louder, I tug my wrists against his hand. He presses them harder into the pillow. Within seconds, his mouth is hot on my nipple, the stark change in temperature sweeps a rush of desire straight to my core. I squirm beneath him, needy and panting.

Giving my nipples a small reprieve, he glides the melting ice down my stomach, around my navel, and through the top of my landing strip, lifting off of me and letting it drip down between my folds. I moan at the sensation. Popping the small chunk that remains into his mouth, he crunches it.

Releasing my wrists, he focuses again on my nipples. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he alternately sucks on them. Moving his lips down the path of melted ice, he lifts off of me and slides his body between my legs. Tugging me closer to the edge, he kneels on the floor. Roving his lips leisurely across my flesh, he drops light kisses inside my hip, down my inner thigh, holding my knee out to the side. Licks of lust and fire follow his path.

Bringing my knee back in, he lifts the other one, looking up at me from between my thighs. He runs his tongue across his lips, a rapacious riot in his eyes. Placing his hands on my stomach, he stares at me. Holding my gaze, he opens his mouth, dips his head slightly, and slides his tongue between my folds, making my inner thighs tingle and tremble. He goes again, a little deeper. And again, deeper still. With each probe of his tongue into me, my breathing increases, my body rages with heat.

Inserting his fingers, he focuses the tip of his tongue on my nub, flicking it. I cry out, grabbing the sheets beneath me and closing my knees around his head. He presses one knee down while I try to relax the other. Wrapping his arm around the top of my thigh, he continues, increasing the rhythm of his fingers sliding into me and intensifying the pace of his flicks on my nub.

“Enzo,” I say, breathless. Tilting my pelvis up, I’m desperate, rabid. I grab his hair as I moan. He moves his tongue so fast it vibrates my nub. I pant as my heart pounds with fury. “Enzo. Oh, God.”

The wave of orgasm builds inside me with his unrelenting fingers and tongue working me into a wild frenzy. Tension amplifies between my walls as tiny electric shocks intensify. I’m panting so hard, my mind is simultaneously empty and frantic, and finally, it hits me like a tsunami. My walls clench, a million pins and needles spread through my core, and my legs seize shut around his head. My entire body stiffens as I cry out again then hold my breath, letting myself feel every sensation in this hazy bliss.

He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to worship me.Holy fuck.When my body finally relaxes and my breathing begins to slow, I unclench my thighs from around his head.

“Powerful one, huh?” A smile oozing of victory splashes across his face.

“Uh-huh.” Is all I can get out.

“We’re not done yet,” he says, standing and sliding his boxer briefs down his legs before climbing onto the bed.

“I don’t know if I can take any more.” I chuckle softly as my legs tremble.

“All right. We can stop,” he says, lying next to me.

His dick pointing to his nose, he’s ready to stop because I said so. His respect for me edges him deeper into me.

“Maybe just a break.”

“Whatever you want. I’ll never push you,” he says, then kisses my shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” He climbs over me and goes to the bathroom.

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