Page 58 of The Bonventi Secret
Enzo must sense the shift in my mood because his expression becomes more serious. "What's on your mind?"
I hesitate, unsure how to voice my concerns without ruining this perfect moment. "It's just... this is all so unexpected. Weeks ago, I hated the idea of marrying you. And now..."
"And now?" he prompts, his fingers brushing some hair out of my face.
I lean into his touch and smile. "Now, in your arms, it feels right. But also terrifying."
He pulls me closer. "Don't worry, we'll figure all this out together so it won't feel so terrifying."
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. It's intoxicating, addictive, like the finest wine or the most potent drug.
"I know we will," I murmur, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone.
Enzo's grip tightens. "Careful,cara mia. You're playing with fire."
I look up at him, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "Maybe I like playing with fire."
A flicker of something intense passes through his eyes, and suddenly, his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. He turns and throws me onto the bed, getting on top of me. The warmth of his naked body on mine feels like a fire that's about to consume us both.
Enzo's weight presses me into the mattress, his tongue licking my skin. I arch into him, desperate for more contact.
"Enzo," I gasp as his mouth trails down my neck, leaving a path of fire in its wake.
His hands roam my body, rough and possessive. He grips my thighs, spreading them wide. "I want you, Livia,” he growls against my skin.
"Then take me," I breathe.
He doesn't make me wait. With one powerful thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.
Enzo sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher. The bed shakes loudly, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is the friction between us, the way he stretches me to my limits. His raw, primal power coursing through him and ending inside me.
"Fuck, Livia," he groans, his voice ragged. "You're so good."
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The new angle has me seeing stars, and I moan loudly, shamelessly. I don't care if the guards or the damn gardener across the street hear me.
"That's it," he urges. "Come for me."
His words push me over. I come with a scream, my body convulsing around him. Enzo follows shortly after, groaning my name as he spills his warm cum inside me.
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. As the aftershocks ripple through me, I can't help but marvel at the intensity of what we share.
We lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow.
"I wish we could just stay in bed and do that all day," Enzo says between breaths.
I smile. "Me too."
He sits up and looks at me, smiling. "I have some stuff I have to take care of today, but tonight, I'm taking you out to dinner. A nice place, so wear something nice."
I lift myself up, resting on my elbows. "You mean I can't just wear your shirt?"
Enzo laughs. "I wouldn't mind it, but," he leans over and kisses me, "it's got a strict dress code."
We get dressed, and I watch as Enzo puts on his pristine suit. I walk over and fix his tie.
"Enjoy your research," he says, kissing my forehead. "I'll be counting the seconds until dinner."
He walks out of the room, and I feel as if I'm beaming. I can't wait until dinner.
