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“It’s the only place I have been able to feel calm, until I met you,” he whispers.
“Mmm,” I purr, bringing him closer to me and pressing my breasts against his naked chest.
“That sound,” he says, his dimpled smile and eyes glistened with want.
“That was deep,” I whisper.
“I like it deep,” he says, turning his head to look at me before licking his lips slowly.
“Oh, I know,” a smirk forming on my lips before gently kissing his.
After our lips meet, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him in to my embrace. His muscled body towering over me as we stand on the small, pebbled rocks beneath our feet.
“I am sorry that you are at odds with your family,” I offer.
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Lorenzo says, a huffed breath releasing from his closed lips.
“Enzo,” I argue.
“Princessa, you are my soul,” he says, pulling away from me before looking directly into my eyes.
His artic stare effectively stamping my vagina’s back to work orders as wetness pooled between my thighs. I couldn’t put into words my feelings for him, or why my attraction to him was so strong. I haven’t talked to Finn all weekend and in this moment I was torn between these two men. Torn and confused.
“Ti voglio dentro di me,” I say, breathing against his closed lips.
“Did you just talk dirty to me in Italian?” He asks.
“Si,” I whisper.
His brows furrowed in confusion, “You have been learning Italian?” he asks.
“When you get fucked by an Italian relentlessly for weeks, you pick up a thing or two. Plus translate apps help,” I say, my teasing smirk turning upwards into a full beaming smile at the man in front of me.
“You little minx,” he says coyly.
“So, your family business is finance, and they can afford their own yacht. You have two villas,” I say, my voice trailing off as I think of his many extravagant purchases.
“Three villas, and this coming from the girl who told me she has a four-million-dollar inheritance,” Lorenzo scoffs.
“Ugh, that. I have no idea how they even had that much money saved. We never had money growing up. Do you think that she inherited the money after her mom died?”
“It’s possible, they were the wealthiest family in Sicily,” he says.
I can’t ignore the feelings I have for the man in front of me. No more thinking of Finn and hesitant to feel something for both of them. I have no idea what will happen with Finn in the future. All I care about is right now. The here and now.
“Take me back,” I say.
An unspoken look of desire crosses between us like a silent language. His artic gaze fixed on me. He is an intense lover. I wasn’t sure if it was the Italian in him or if it was just an Enzo thing. Either way, I was hooked. His gaze making me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
“Are you as turned on as I am?” he asks, his voice soft and breathless.
“More,” I whisper.
My fingers entwined through his thick, full black hair. My hands pulling his head down to meet my lips with his. He responds to my eager kiss with more passion than we have kissed before. He pulls away and rests his forehead gently against mine. Our chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
“Think we can wait to get back onto the yacht?”
“I’ll race you there,” I say, before running back into the warm ocean water.
Swim faster than you have ever swum before. Or not and get punished? What’s a girl to do?
The swim back from the caves was a blur. His hands on my wet skin were all I could register in this moment. He grabbed my head in his large hands, his fingers entangled in my wet curls. Arching my back away from him as he feathers needy kisses up and down my neck. His kiss the only thing I craved. He threw me onto the plush ivory comforter of the bed behind me as if I weighed nothing. His forearms resting beside my waist, holding him up. His stoic gaze meeting mine. He pulls me into a fierce kiss. One hand moved as if in slow motion as his fingers lightly teased my skin up and down my thighs. Goosebumps covering every inch of my body. Our bodies reignited with a passionate fury of hormones and need.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“We have waited long enough,” my breath hitching in my throat as he sends a shiver down my spine.
“You said you needed a break,” Lorenzo teases.
“I just need to be fucked by you, Enzo,” I whisper.
His fingers struggled with pulling the top of my bikini top off and instead grasps it with a fist and rips it in half, releasing a throaty sigh. My breasts freed from their tight confounds. His breathing heavy against my skin. His fierce desire for me put in some of kind of horny trance. My fingers struggle with pulling the waist band of his swim trunks down past his erect shaft. He pushes himself off of me and stands next to the edge of the bed in front of me, pushing his wet swim trunks past his ankles and tossing them aside.
“I want to look at you,” he says.
Normally laying there exposed in front of him didn’t make me self-conscious. I feel free. I feel confident. I feel at ease. His eyes meet mine, as if his iced eyes are silently seeking my consent.
I cannot explain the feelings I have for him in this moment.
