Page 22 of Beautiful Evidence

I let out a loud exhale, unable to control my surprise. "Alessia, I…" I don't know what else to say, because when she looks at me like that, with hunger and vulnerability in her eyes, I'm at a loss for words. Maybe it's the adrenaline from the night's events or the tension that has been building between us since we met, but whatever it is, desire courses through my veins like fire. I shouldn’t let my guard down for her. It’ll weaken my resolve and my ability to protect her. But here I am, letting her fuck with my head again.

She swallows hard as her eyes flick down to my lips then back to my eyes. "Enzo," she whispers, then steps closer, closing the distance between us. Her lips are soft and tentative as they brush against mine, seeking reassurance. I can't deny her anything in this moment, not when she feels like home in my arms.

My hands curl around her hips, pulling her flush against my body as I feel myself swelling.

I let out a growl of anticipation as I deepen the kiss, savoring the way she tastes, like warmth and sunshine and everything good in this world. Her breath hitches as my tongue slides into her mouth, exploring her sweetness. The soft whimpers that escape her mouth only fan the flames of my desire.

Alessia's hands find their way into my hair, fingers knotting in the dark strands as she pulls me closer. I all but growl against her lips at the invitation, my hand gliding up her robe to cup her ass outside her panties. She moans into my mouth, and I groan in return, desperate to touch more of her fuckable body.

I lift her up, feeling her thighs wrap around my waist as if she were made for me. Her elbows dig into my shoulders as I turn her and slide her ass onto the counter. The wine bottle slides back, but the glasses topple, one of them rolling into the sink where it lands loudly. She doesn’t break her concentration on my mouth and deepens her worship of me.

Alessia's lips leave mine to pepper kisses down my jawline, her teeth grazing my skin in the process. The sensation pushes my arousal higher, and I grit my teeth to maintain some semblance of control. But with each flick of her tongue and every nip she leaves behind, my resolve crumbles further. "Fuck, you drive me insane," I growl, grabbing a handful of her hip. Her answer is nothing more than a low moan as she continues her sensual assault on my neck.

My cock strains against my pants, aching for her. I reach between her legs, slipping my hand inside her panties, and she's hot, wet, and ready for me. A groan rumbles through my chest as I tease her entrance before sliding two fingers inside her slowly.She arches into my touch, her nails digging into my shoulders as a whimper escapes her lips.

"Alessia… fuck, I want you so fucking bad."

Her lids are heavy-lidded, a haze of desire clouding them as she struggles to catch her breath. "Christ…” she pants, but I lean in, silencing her with a rough kiss. One hand wanders her body, finding every curve and dip, memorizing them, while the other reaches for my belt. Her hands find mine there and do the work for me by undoing my belt and unzipping my fly.

She guides my hard length through the fly of my pants, and her eyes widen with a mix of awe and lust as she looks down.

"Alessia…look what you do to me," I growl against her ear before sucking her lobe into my mouth. Her answer is to pump her hips against my hand, driving herself deeper onto my fingers as she rocks on the counter’s edge.

“You’re a little cum slut, aren’t you? Just can’t get enough of me?” I bite her earlobe, and she hisses.

Alessia's cheeks flame at my crude words, but she doesn't deny it. Instead, she leans in closer, her hot breath on my neck as she nips at my earlobe. "I want you so bad," she moans, her accent thick with need. My self-control, already tenuous, shatters.

I tear the front of her robe open to reveal her perfect tits with pearled nipples. Her hands greedily undo the buttons of my shirt, parting the material as I grip one of her breasts and squeeze. She slides a hand down over my skin, tracing the lines of my tattoos and narrowing her eyes at the dark ink, but I snatch her hand and kiss her palm, then guide her to my cock, where she grips me and begins stroking softly.

“Do you fuck every woman you protect?” she murmurs while I suck her nipples one at a time and keep the pebbled nubs hard and ripe for enjoyment. One of my hands slides back into her panties, hooking a finger through the crotch and pulling hard enough to split the seam. She hisses, and I watch her hips rock again.

“Only the mouthy bitches who beg for it,” I growl as I pull her closer to the edge of the counter.

“Do I look like the begging type?” Alessia shudders as I push her hand away from my cock and line it up to her sopping entrance.

“Baby, I can make you beg if you want me to…” My hips push forward, sliding my dick through her slick folds and deep into her core. She groans as I run my hand up her back and tighten my fingers in a fist, knotting her hair around my hand while I begin pumping.

“Make me beg,” she grunts. Her neck is arched back so far, she can barely speak. I bite her pulse point hard, and she hisses.

"You asked for it," I growl, my grip tightening in her hair as I plunge into her depths even deeper.

She gasps, every exhale a rib-clenching moan that heightens my arousal. I run my hand down her spine before cupping her ass and slamming us together harder. Her core squeezes me, the tightness driving me insane with lust. "Oh, fuck, Enzo…" she pants, her hips bucking against mine. An animalistic growl escapes my lips as she contradicts herself, one moment telling me to stop, the next urging me on with her body language.

I bite her bottom lip roughly, stealing a messy kiss while my hips piston in and out of hers relentlessly. “Beg me to make you come.”

“Please,” she whimpers. Her hands are splayed on my chest, fingertips brushing lightly but not making contact with her palms.

“I said beg, dammit,” I growl, and her eyes pop open again. They dart around my face and her lip quivers. Alessia's chest heaves, her breaths ragged as she whimpers under my dominant touch. I angle her hips just right, hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her gasp, then cry out.

"Fuck me," she grunts out between gasps. "Fuck me harder, Enzo." I smirk, my ego stroked by her words. My grip on her hips tightens as I do as she asks.

“Do what to you?” I prod as I bite her chin, then her jaw, then her neck. My cock twitches inside her, the tightening of her slick folds around my shaft almost enough to send me over the edge. I've never wanted something or someone so much in my life, but I hold back. I want to savor this, draw it out and make sure she won't ever forget this night or me.

“Make me come… Please… Oh, God, I’m so close.”

"Oh, you like that?" I growl against her ear as I angle my hips upward, hitting that sweet spot again and again. Her moans only intensify, and with each squeeze of her wet center around my cock, my control slips further and further away.

"Say it again," I rasp in her ear, my thrusts unrelenting. "Say you want me to make you come, and it's yours."

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