Does It Hurt? (14)

Gnashing his teeth, he rises to lean on one elbow while his other hand grips the back of my neck and pulls me into him. It creates the perfect amount of friction between his pelvis and my clit, and a gargled moan leaves my lips in response.

“That’s it,” he purrs. “Just like that, bella. Cazzo, quanto mi fai godere.”

I’ve no idea what that means, but Jesus, the way he speaks should be illegal—it’s fucking heart-attack-inducing. I draw up and slam down again, over and over, until a cyclone is forming in the pit of my stomach.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pumping his hips and meeting my thrusts in earnest. His mouth hangs open, with his brows pinched and eyes locked between our thighs. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be fucking sad to see it go.

“Come here,” he rasps. Hand still gripping my nape, he pulls me down until I’m lying flat on his chest, and my knees are tucked into his sides.

He bends his legs and plants his feet on the stone. For a moment, he pauses. My mouth is suspended over his, still being held hostage from the hand on my neck as he peers up at me with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Are you ready?”

No. “Yes,” I whisper.

There’s a slight knowing curl to his lips, and before I can find any victory in bringing out a half-ass smile, he’s grabbing my hips and burying himself inside of me.

My eyes pop open, a gasp leaving my lips from the new angle, any victory quickly forgotten.

Of course, he gives me no reprieve. Instead, he anchors my hips down as he fucks me. My hand slaps on the wet rock to brace myself, a staccato cry bouncing off the hollow cave walls.

Hot breath fans across the shell of my ear as his lips tease the sensitive skin. “Still think you can handle me?” he asks, voice tight and uneven from exertion and pleasure.

God, no.

Except I can’t get a word out edgewise, the orgasm churning low in my stomach growing more demanding.

“You know what I think? You take me so fucking good. But I want to see how good you take me after you’ve been coming around my cock for hours.”

I wouldn’t survive that.

My moans slowly bleed into screams, and the rock floor is beginning to tear into my knees, but the pain only intensifies the pleasure.

One of his hands dives into my hair, fisting my curls tightly and forcing my head back. His teeth clamp down on my neck a moment later, wringing another cry from my lips.

Stars form in my vision, and I’m so fucking close to exploding all over again.

“Enzo,” I plead.

“Lift up,” he orders. I listen, straightening my spine and seeking balance on his abs once more.

“Touch yourself, bella. Rub your clit and let me feel how tight your pussy gets when you come.”

He continues to pump inside me while my hand drifts to the apex of my thighs, finding my clit and rubbing firmly. My head kicks back, his name falling from my lips as if he’s the one touching me.

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.