Page 134 of Ruined By Blood
I reach for him, my fingers trembling as they brush his jaw. "Enzo?—"
He captures my wrist, pressing a kiss to my racing pulse. "What do you need, piccola mia? Tell me."
The question still catches me off guard. The luxury of choice. The power in my voice.
"You," I whisper, stepping into the fevered heat of his body. "Just you."
His arms band around me, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me through the open space, toward our shadowed bedroom. His heartbeat thrums against my chest.
In the moonlit bedroom, he lowers me onto the cool linen sheets. His shirt joins my dress somewhere on the floor. The sight of him—all lethal grace and sculpted muscle, the intricate wings tattoo spanning his back—still steals my breath.
He braces himself over me, caging me in. The familiar scent of cedar and gunpowder envelops me. His lips find mine again, slower this time, deeper. A claiming. A promise. His fingers trace the lace edge of my panties.
"These," he murmurs against my mouth, "have to go."
My gasp dissolves into his kiss as his hand slips beneath the fabric. I arch against him, my nails digging into the hard planes of his back.
"Enzo—" It's half-sigh, half-plea.
"Sì, amore mio," he breathes, nibbling a path along my jaw. "I've got you."
His fingers dance lower, finding my slick heat, and I cry out as sensation crashes through me. Every nerve ending sparks. Every fear dissolves. There's only him. Only this. His thumb circles the sensitive bundle of nerves while one finger slides inside me. My hips buck against his hand, chasing the pleasure only he gives me.
"Look at me," he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his molten gaze. The connection is as intimate as his touch.
"Iwant to taste you," I breathe against his collarbone. The admission makes my cheeks burn, but the hunger in his eyes fans the heat lower. "Everywhere."
A low groan rumbles in his chest. "Dio, woman." His hands tighten on my hips. "And I want to taste all of you."
Before I can blink, Enzo flips us. He settles onto his back against the pillows, his hands lifting me until I'm kneeling over him. "Come here, baby."
He guides me higher, my thighs trembling as I straddle his face. Cool air kisses my exposed skin a moment before his hot mouth presses against my core through the soaked lace. I gasp, bracing my hands on the headboard.
"Enzo—"
His fingers hook into my panties, tearing them away.
Then his tongue is on me, licking a long, slow stripe through my soaked folds. My legs shake. He devours me like a starving man. His tongue circles my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until I cry out. One broad hand grips my ass, holding me in place as his tongue plunges inside me. Deep. Possessive.
Below me, his cock stands thick and hard against his stomach. The sight makes my mouth water. I lower myself, bracing my knees beside his ribs, and lean forward. My tongue flicks across the swollen head, tasting salt and musk.
Enzo growls against me, the vibrations making me shudder. His teeth graze my inner thigh before his tongue returns, laving my clit with firm, rhythmic strokes. He slips a finger inside me, curling it just right.
"God, you taste like heaven," he murmurs against me.
I take more of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick shaft. Beneath me, his hips lift off the bed. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. "Suck me, baby. Harder."
I obey, hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper. His groan vibrates through my entire body. His mouth abandons my clit only to press lower, his tongue circling the tight pucker of my ass. The shock of pleasure makes me jerk against his face. He holds me firm, his tongue probing, claiming.
"Enzo!" His name tears from my throat. I'm trembling, my thighs slick with my own arousal and his saliva.
He lifts his head for a breath, his voice ragged. "I love watching you come apart on my tongue."
Then he's back, licking and sucking both my holes with relentless focus. His fingers replace his tongue inside my pussy, pumping in and out in counterpoint to the wicked things his mouth is doing below. The dual sensation sends sparks through my veins.
I moan around his cock, taking him as deep as I can. Saliva drips down his shaft. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against his mouth as pleasure coils tighter in my belly. His tongue flicks over my clit again and I moan, my ass arching. My orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath, making my vision swim.
