Page 14 of Beautiful Evidence

"Enzo," I say quietly.

She opens her mouth to argue again, but it doesn’t happen. Her breath catches. Her hand is halfway raised like she’s going to smack my face. Instead, she grabs my collar and pulls me in. Her mouth crashes into mine before either of us can say another word.

I let go of her wrist and grab her by the waist, pulling her flush to me as her hands fist in the collar of my shirt. She tastes like wine, but the intoxicating part is how her tongue traces the line of my lip while I crush her to my body and grind my hard dick into her belly.

She breaks the kiss first, breathing hard. Her robe has slipped completely open and the towel is in a puddle around her feet.

I rest my forehead against hers. "You really think I staged it?" I keep my forehead against hers, watching her eyes flick from my mouth to the broken window and back again.

She doesn’t answer, but she does unhook her bra, and a lump forms in my throat. She kisses me again, and this time, both of her hands are on the lapels of my jacket, pulling me forward as she backs toward her bed.

Her mouth is more insistent, her need palpable as she presses against me. I don't hesitate to lift her up and carry her over to the bed, letting her legs wrap around my waist. Her kisses taste of desperation and desire, as if she's been trying to forget me just as much as I have her. It's like feeding an addiction I never knew I had until now.

My hands roam over her body, learning every curve and contour under the thin fabric of her robe. I can feel her heat through the silk, and it only fuels my growing hunger for her. Her skin is so soft, so warm, and I can't get enough.

"Enzo," she whimpers, arching her back and exposing the beautiful expanse of her neck. I growl low in response, my grip on her hips tightening as our kisses intensify. Greedily, I pepper her collarbone with open-mouthed kisses, trailing heat in their wake.

As I peel back the edge of her robe, the culmination of my every fantasy is laid bare before me. Her breasts are perfect—round and firm, capped with hardened nipples that beg for my attention. She lies on the bed with her hair splayed wildly around her face as I rip off my jacket and then my shirt. Her hands reach for the fly of my slacks, and I let her undo them and pull my hard dick out.

She wraps her fingers around my length, stroking me to full attention as I groan in pleasure. Her hand continues to work my length as I push my pants down and toe off my shoes before crawling over her, finally breaking her grip on me.

"You're so damn hot, Alessia," I growl against her skin. I suddenly need more of her, to have every inch of our bodies pressed together. I kick the pants off and hook my fingers around the elastic of her black silky panties and pull them until she shimmies her legs out and is spread for me.

I skim my hand down her stomach, causing gooseflesh to rise in its wake. Her breath hitches as I reach between her legs, brushing over her damp folds. She's wet and hot for me, and it sends a jolt straight to my cock. "You're soaked," I whisper, nipping at her earlobe before biting it lightly.

Her hips buck at my touch as I rub her clit and spread the moisture. What I wouldn’t do to have this little minx tied up as my fuck toy all night long, but if wind got back to Gordo, I’d never hear the end of it. I have to let her lead.

“Fuck me…” she breathes, and I get the feeling this isn’t the wine talking.

"So impatient,Bella," I tease, but I can't blame her. Her scent is driving me wild, and I need her just as much. I run my fingertips over her heated folds, delving just the tip of my finger inside her slick entrance. She whimpers, arching her hips upward, silently begging for more.

I brush my lips against hers. "You taste so good, Alessia," I moan, wanting to savor every inch of her. "And you feel even better."

Her nails dig into my back as I trace a leisurely path over her swollen nub, down to her entrance and beyond, then back up. I can feel her quivering beneath me, anticipating where my mouth is going next. "Enzo," she moans, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. It sets my blood on fire.

I freeze at her moan, my cock throbbing with need as I look up at her face. Her eyes are closed, a flush creeping up her cheeks, and she bites her lip in pleasure. I want more of that sound. More of her.

I shift between her legs, my engorged cock aching for her. Holding her gaze, I tease the tip against her wet entrance, letting us both feel the electricity between us. I watch as realization dawns in her expressive eyes—this time, there's no denying the lust between us.

"Fuck," I growl, unable to take it anymore. With sheer willpower, I enter her slowly, inch by achingly slow inch. Her walls grip me tightly, rippling around me in pleasure and welcome. She grunts and arches off the bed as I bottom out and start thrusting.

Her wetness coats us, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels like we were made for each other. "Fuck, you feel so good," she moans, and it's like gasoline on an already raging inferno.

I reach to cup her breast, rolling the aching peak between my thumb and forefinger as I continue my relentless pace. Her eyes fly open in surprise before rolling back in ecstasy. "Oh, fuck, yes," she moans, her toes curling in pleasure. "More."

With a growl of hunger and need, I increase my pace, taking her harder, deeper. I want to be deep inside her forever, marking her as mine. My gaze locks with hers as we move together, our bodies in tune with each other's rhythm as if we've always known this moment would come.

I slip a hand between her thighs, finding her wet and aching for me. My cock throbs, but I hold back, teasing her swollen clit with the pad of my finger as I continue moving inside her. A whimperescapes her lips as she bites down on her bottom lip. "Enzo… More…"

"You like that, do you?" I say in her ear, relishing in her surrender.

"God, yes," she moans, arching her back and inviting me deeper into her tight heat. As much as I want to please her, I can't help but feel possessive, territorial. She is mine tonight… and maybe more if I play my cards right.

Alessia's nails dig into my shoulders, leaving bloody trails as she writhes beneath me.

I'm losing control, her tight heat milking me with every thrust, and her low moans of pleasure are the sweetest music to my ears. "Bella," I growl, my voice a deep rumble as I thrust deeper, harder. She's so wet, so tight, and all around perfect. I don't ever want to let go.

“I…” She grunts, and I feel it before she can even express it. Her pussy clamps down hard on my dick, making it impossible to thrust into her. She’s so tight I have to be deliberate about the way I fuck her, and it sends me toppling over the edge.

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