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Just when I think it can’t get any better, he flattens one of his palms on my pelvis and applies firm pressure. My spine nearly collapses again, unprepared for the onslaught of sensation. I can feel him so much more intensely, and once more, it creates that feeling of needing to release my bladder.

“Oh my God, Enzo, I’m going to come again,” I pant.

A growl rumbles in the depths of his chest, sending shivers rolling down my spine from its carnality.

“My name and God’s don’t belong in the same sentence,bella,” he rasps, his voice as rough as the rock below us. “One is holy, and the other is depraved.”

He curls his fingers past my lips with his free hand and hooks them around my bottom teeth, pulling my unfocused stare to his, a snarl on his face.

“Guess which one I am?”

A strangled cry is my only response as the orgasm slams through me. I erupt, my teeth biting into his flesh and my vision blackening from the powerful waves rolling inside me. He lifts me off him long enough to relieve the pressure, liquid pouring onto his stomach as I convulse.

It would be embarrassing if I had the capacity to feel anything past the euphoria.

Then, with his free hand, he guides me back down, driving inside of me and reigniting the bliss to almost painful levels while keeping his fingers firmly crooked over my teeth.

My body trembles as his thrusts quicken, feeling him swell inside me. Then, his head tips back, his strong throat working a groan out of his mouth as he explodes alongside me. He stills, the veins roping throughout his hands, arms, and neck thicken as he vibrates beneath me.

Still riding out the waves, I grind against him, pulling out another savage growl and causing him to lift his eyes back to me, an inferno blazing within.

“Fuck, keep milking every last drop. You can have it all, baby. You only have to take it.”

He pulls me toward him further by my jaw, like reeling in a fish on a hook. I'm drooling around him, but it only seems to throw fuel on the fire raging in his eyes. I rest my hands on his broad shoulders, both hating and loving how tiny my hands look compared to him.

His eyes drift to my mouth for a brief moment, almost as if he’s contemplating kissing me.

But he doesn’t. He only stares into my eyes as we come down from our high, creating one of the most intense experiences of my life. I’ve never had a man stare at me the way Enzo does. It feels like he’s throwing me onto a table, taking a scalpel to my flesh, and slicing me open to see my blackened soul bared for him.

Finally, he releases me, and I just barely clamp my mouth shut in time, catching the drool before it drips onto his face. I bite my lip, relishing in the way his nostrils flare as he watches me.

He doesn’t shy away from my gaze, although I can’t say the same for myself. It feels too intimate—too probing. Like maybe if he stares long enough, he’ll see that I’m the worst person he could’ve given himself to.

I look away, curling my lips into a lighthearted grin.

“That was…”

“Don’t insult me by condensing what that was down into a single word,” he cuts in, his deep voice hoarse.

“Okay,” I say simply, rolling off him and shuddering from the feel of his cum coating the inside of my thighs. Another thing that feels too intimate. “I won’t then.”

“Good.”

He’s still staring at me, and my flight instincts are beginning to kick in.

“Come home with me,” he says as if sensing that.

Normally, I feel relieved when I’m invited into their house, but this time, I feel nothing but sadness. The worst part is—it’s not enough to stop me. It’s not enough to override my desperation to survive.

“I’d be happy to.”

Chapter 5

Sawyer

The morning rays peek through Enzo’s curtains, which feels like a punishment. Maybe because my mood is the exact opposite of sunshine and rainbows.

Heart pounding, I carefully sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Enzo softly snores beside me, his arm tossed over his head and the sheets down to his waist.

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