Page 78 of Twisted Vows

His shirt falls away to expose the bronze skin covered in scars and dark ink. My mouth travels over the marks as I kiss him and nibble all the way down across his chest and ribs.

He sucks in a sharp breath that goes straight to my head. I want more. I want all his moans…to make him feel the way he makes me feel.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking me back so we’re face-to-face. “Say it,” he growls, low and rough. “Tell me you want this.”

In the face of his hunger, my pride crumbles. “I want this.”

“No,” he hisses while grinding against me. “Say you want me.”

I stare into his eyes, the truth bursting free like a torture-extracted confession. “I want you, Enzo.”

Then his hands are at my hips, pulling my panties off, and I’m spread out for him. I’m shaking so violently, I barely know which way is up.

He’s stroking himself slowly, teasing me so much that just watching him makes me ache. “It’ll hurt a bit, bella,” he murmurs, his eyes full of fire. “But I’ll make you beg for more.”

I bite down on my lip in anticipation. My fiercely pounding heart might punch through my ribs.

He lines himself up, his gaze locked on mine. “Look at me,” he commands.

The first push steals my breath. As pain slices through me, he cups my face and softens his voice. “Breathe, baby. That’s it. You’re mine.”

He goes still. His sheer size undoes me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and tears prick my eyes.

But his eyes never leave mine. He bends closer, kisses me softly, and smiles. His hands thread through my hair, gently kneading my head as the hurt melts away, replaced by warmth and need.

I nod and clench around him.

He releases a raw, guttural groan. “Fuck, Sophia.”

He smiles again, and then he starts to move.

Every nerve ending ignites. I find the unhurried drag of him inside me devastating.

I feel everything. The stretch. The fullness. The way he fills spaces I didn’t even know were empty.

Tension winds tight in my belly. My toes curl, and my back arches off the bed.

“Oh god.” His name escapes on a shaky breath. “Enzo…”

He draws out, letting me feel every inch, then eases back in. Pain melts into completeness before becoming blazing pleasure as he finds a rhythm, each thrust brushing that perfect spot inside me. I gasp, raking my nails down his back and urging him to go faster.

“Yes, Enzo, more…please…”

He starts to pound me, all wild and hungry, sweat dripping down his jaw. As he does, his thumb finds my clit. That’s it. Game over. I start to unravel, crying out his name, holding on like I might just float away. When I come, the world explodes. Stars burst behind my eyes, and my whole body quakes. He’s right here with me, loud, messy, totally wrecked, and grinding in deep as he comes apart too.

We collapse in a sweaty, tangled heap of limbs and sheets. He kisses my temple and mutters something in Italian.

I only catch one word. “Mia.” Mine.

In this moment, I realize I may have thousands of questions, but for now, being in his arms is enough.

Chapter 16

Enzo

A strange weight rests on my chest.

My eyes blink open, and it takes a couple of seconds to figure out what it is.