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He pulls his fingers out only to hold them up. They're covered in my wetness, this only turns me on more. He sucks them clean and I watch the movement through half-lidded eyes. “You taste like fucking paradise.”
He slips his boxers off and I take a second to appreciate the beauty of him. Long, smooth and incredibly hard. I reach for him but he takes my wrist and holds it above my head bringing my other hand up to hold in just one of his bear paws. He lines himself up, pushing the tip in and using his other hand to circle my clit again. He touches it lightly but it's still overwhelming and too sensitive. I try to squirm away but he shakes his head. “I want to feel you coming around my cock, Casimira.” He slides in more and a breath escapes me, my lips parting. He looks obscenely good in this position. His muscled form above me, holding me in place. The light dusting of dark hair starting at his belly button and leading down to the best-looking cock I’ve ever seen.
His abs tighten as he inches in slowly. “Are you going to come again for me like a good girl?” My eyes roll back as he slides all the way in.
“Yes.'' I moan and he nips at my nipple, biting down and then flicking his tongue over it. “Good.” He rasps, his hold on my wrists tightening.
He slides in and out whilst keeping my hands pinned above my head and his other hand teasing a second orgasm from me. I can already feel it building, my core getting tighter and tighter with every thrust. “Such a good fucking girl” He moans through his clenched jaw then he lets out a whimper and I swear, I can’t take any more. He’s bringing me to the point of no return. I think he’s sending me to heaven right on these satin sheets.
This is how it ends. Me and him. Wrapped in pleasure, steeped in ecstasy and what a way to go.
His head falls back and he lets out a groan. “You take me so fucking good, Vita Mia.” Something about seeing this man come undone because of me pushes me over the edge. His thrusts become harder and faster. He's slamming into me so hard I'm pushing up into the headboard as I come. My back arching, my heels digging into the backs of his legs as I try to regain any kind of stability. I come so hard I see stars. Pops of colours, the whole shebang. His forehead rests against mine, both of us panting. He presses a kiss to my lips and rolls next to me on his back one hand splayed across my stomach the other tucked behind his head.
“I think we should just stay here today, I can learn about guns some other day.” I pant.
He chuckles, bringing his hand up to run his knuckles over my lips. “You read my mind.”
I make a squeak of excitement and grab my laptop from the side of my bed. “Can we start a Marvel marathon?” I look back over my shoulder at him. He tilts his chin towards the laptop. “How many are there?”
I dip my head low so just my eyes are over my shoulder. “Forty.”
He widens his eyes, letting out a groan. “Forty?”
I drop my shoulder, push my bottom lip out a bit. “Please, you’ll love it.”
His eyes fix on mine and he blows out a breath. “Anything you want.”
I suppress the smug smile that wants to pull at my lips. “Don't say things like that. You’ll turn me into a brat.”
He makes a sound at the back of his throat, gaze darkening. “As long as you're only a brat for me.”
My mouth parts and I blink at him, forgetting the laptop altogether and hopping onto his lap. “Good answer.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my bare collarbone. “You’re part siren, I'm sure of it.”
“I really hope that's a compliment.”
He blows out a breath, hands settling on my thighs. “If it's describing you, it's a compliment.” I feel my face heat and I bring my hands up, smooshing my cheeks up as I grin at him.
We spent the rest of the day in bed. I cooked him breakfast, served it in bed because this man is a king and deserves to be treated as such. We finally showered when the sun set. It was the perfect day, just with each other without any distractions. He fell asleep at one point and I can't help but think he needs to allow himself more days like this, days to not deal with anything other than eating and sleeping. And me of course. I want to take care of this man, in any way he’ll let me.
22
Casimira
Present-day
Manhattan, New York City
The next couple of weeks race past. All my free time, I spend with Enzo. When he's not doing who knows what. I don’t ask questions I don't want to know the answer too. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier; It's like he’s the other half of me that I didn’t know I’d been missing my whole life and what's crazy? I've only known him a month. I’m way beyond ending it because I’m frightened he’ll hurt me. I’m not even in the deep end anymore, I’m in the Mariana fucking trench.
I haven’t slept in my own bed in days. It's a good thing really because Enzo’s bed is so much more appealing. Not because he’s in it, no. It's definitely the zillion thread count Egyptian sheets and the absurdly comfortable mattress. Nothing to do with the man in between said sheets.
“I don't understand why you like this so much.” He says from where he lays his body weight on top of me. His elbows propped either side of my head. I imagine supporting some of his weight because I can still breathe.
“It's calming. I don't know, I can't explain it.”
“You’re weird.” He says pressing a kiss to my jawline. I sigh as he moves down my neck, fingers grazing over my ribs.
