Page 74 of Ruined By Blood
"Oh." Her face falls for a fraction of a second before she catches my expression. "You're teasing me."
"Am I?"
"You are." A challenge enters her voice. "Who's it really for?"
I sit on the edge of the bed, close enough that I can see the flecks of darker blue in her eyes. "Maybe I'm asking the rose for forgiveness."
"For what?"
"For stealing it from Ginerva's arrangement." I offer it to her again. "Or maybe I just thought you deserved something beautiful after everything that's happened."
Her fingers brush against mine as she takes the rose,her touch featherlight. She brings it to her face, inhaling its scent, eyes closing briefly.
"Thank you," she whispers.
When she looks up at me, her blue eyes shimmer with unshed tears. Before I can speak, Sienna leans forward, closing the distance between us, her lips pressing against mine.
The rose falls forgotten between us as her hands clutch at my shirt, tears spilling onto her cheeks. She kisses me with desperation, with relief, with something I don't dare name. I taste salt on her lips as her tears reach our mouths.
I pull back just enough to look at her, my thumb brushing away the wetness on her cheek. "Piccola," I whisper, studying her face, the vulnerability there striking something deep in my chest.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, cheeks flushed. "I just?—"
"Don't apologize." My voice drops lower. "I'm here for you now Sienna. I will keep you safe. I promise."
She shivers at my words, her eyes searching my face.
"But I need you to understand something," I continue, cupping her face in my hands. "I'll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you. Even from myself, if necessary."
Her brow furrows. "You wouldn't hurt me."
"Not intentionally. Never intentionally." I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "But this world I live in… it's not gentle. And neither am I."
"You've been gentle with me," she counters, leaning into my touch.
"Because you deserve gentleness." I watch her carefully, needing her to understand. "You deserve to feel safe, Sienna. Always."
The tension in her shoulders eases, and she nods slowly. "Thank you," she whispers. "For everything."
I can't resist her any longer. I capture her mouth again, slower this time, deliberate. I taste her, explore her, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opens for me with a soft sigh.
Heat rushes through me as she responds, her body melting against mine. My control slips, desire building with each of her small gasps. I'm painfully hard now, my body betraying how much I want her.
"Fuck, Sienna," I breathe against her mouth. "I want you so badly."
She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. A soft moan escapes her as my hand slides to her waist, drawing her closer.
"Enzo," she breathes, her voice trembling with desire that matches my own.
Enzo's lips capture mine, igniting something wild and unfamiliar inside me. Every nerve ending sparks to life, his touch awakening my body in ways I've never experienced. This isn't the rehearsed compliance I've known before—this is something else entirely.
His hand at my waist. I arch into his touch instinctively, surprised by my own boldness.
"Sienna," he groans against my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.
Heat pools low in my belly, a strange ache building between my thighs. I'm growing wet, my body responding with a mind of its own. The sensation is foreign yet welcome.
I gasp when his tongue slides against mine, the intimacy of it shocking and thrilling at once. My hands clutch at his shoulders, needing him closer though I don't fully understand what I'm asking for.
