Page 32 of His Sweet Torment
The months of longing made both of them tear at each other’s clothes, but the smile on Enver’s face faded when he saw the scars from her bullet wounds.
“Mio Dio…” He stroked each one gently and closed his eyes. Padme could see the pain on his face.
“Hey,” she stroked his cheek, “it’s okay, I’m okay. I’m here.”
She pulled his head down and pressed her lips against his, their tongues caressing the other. Enver’s fingers strummed a blissful rhythm on her clit, while she freed his diamond-hard cock from his jeans.
“Don’t wait,” she said, breathlessly, “I need you so badly.”
Smiling, he hitched her legs around his waist and thrust into her with one hard push. Padme’s head rolled back as she gasped with pleasure, Enver’s lips against her throat.
“Look at me,” he said, and she met his gaze as he pinned her hands to the bed, and Padme tightened her vaginal muscles around his huge cock. “That’s it, beautiful, let me fuck you.”
They found their rhythm as if they had never been apart, a meeting of equals, both absorbing the other’s cries and gasps for breath. “I love you,” Pad me told Enver over and over then as she came, her back arched up, her belly pressed against his.
“Mio Dio, sei così cazzo bella,” Enver panted as he neared his own peak, “you’re so fucking beautiful…”
He came with a long groan, his seed pumping deep into her belly as she clamped her thighs around him, keeping him locked inside her. Enver made no move to withdraw as they collapsed to the bed, instead holding her close to him, showering her with kisses until she started giggling uncontrollably.
His cock grew hard again inside of her, and they made love slowly, talking softly to each other, exploring the other’s bodies.
It was evening before they paused, showering together then Enver showed her around the small property. It was everything a beach villa should be, glass walls, wooden floors painted white, simple, elegant.
Padme sat in the large kitchen while Enver cooked steaks for their supper. “Can I help at all?”
Enver grinned. “No way. You’ve had a long journey, and I want you to save your energy for what I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Padme grinned. “I still can’t believe I’m here, that I’m with you again. Jesus, Enver, these last few months have been hell.”
His smile faded, and he cupped her cheek in his hand. “I know, and I’m sorry. Did Lisa tell you that I wasn’t a willing abductee?”
Padme giggled. “She did…she’s badass.”
“She is.”
Padme choked back a laugh. “You’re scared of her.”
Enver grinned wryly. “Terrified. But she’s been my rock. She spends evenings listening to me talk endlessly about you. Did you like her?”
“Very much. She calls me Lemon.”
Enver laughed. “Who said hired mercenaries don’t have a sense of humor?”
“A mercenary? Even more bad-ass. She makes me realize I was never cut out to be an F.B.I. Agent.”
Enver shook his head. “I disagree, but, selfishly, I’m glad you’re no longer an Agent. The thought of you putting yourself in danger again…I’ll never forget that day you were shot,cara mia,never. And they dragged me away from you, and I thought you were dead.Christ.”
Padme felt a wave of nausea go through her at the memory, but she shook her head. “Come back to this moment, Enver. We’re here, we’re, safe, and together.”
“Yes.” He leaned over to kiss her. “And we need to start to figure out where our lives are going. Sound like fun?”
Padme grinned. “Hell, yes.” She tangled her fingers in his dark hair, gazing up at him. “We have the time to get to know each other properly now.”
He was silent for a moment, then kissed her softly before speaking. “Padme…you have given up everything for me. I hope I prove to be worth your sacrifice.”
“I have no doubts,” she said firmly, “None. All I want is to be with you.”
Enver smiled, but his eyes were still wary. “Principessa…soon, you may want more. A new career, new friends…all I am saying is, please be honest if ever you should find yourself unhappy.”
