Chapter 21: you taste like sin
Enzo’s POV
He lowered himself between my legs with such slow, deliberate confidence that it sent a tremor down my spine. His eyes never left mine dark, intent, unreadable. It was as though he was watching for every twitch of emotion, every flicker of hesitation I tried to hide. His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants and briefs. In one smooth motion, he pulled them down and off, baring me completely before him.
The air hit my skin with a sharp chill that made me acutely aware of just how exposed I was. Vulnerability crept in fast, coiling in my chest. My hands moved on instinct, trying to shield myself, to create some barrier between me and the way he was looking at me as if he could see everything, strip me down to the soul. But he caught my wrists with ease and pinned them above my head against the mattress. The pressure was firm, not painful, but inescapable. My heart was thudding so hard it made my breath catch.
"You are beautiful," he said, his voice low, roughened by desire, "Let me worship your body."
His words sank deep, almost painfully intimate. Worship. No one had ever said something like that to me. Not with such reverence, not like they meant it.
He leaned down and kissed me again, his lips insistent, his mouth coaxing mine open as he sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip. A whimper escaped me, embarrassingly soft, as his free hand wrapped around my fully hard cock. His grip was warm, sure, and unhurried.
"Let me make you feel beautiful," he murmured against my lips, "feel wanted."
And God, I did. Just from the way he touched me careful, yet commanding. His strokes were slow, almost torturous in their precision, dragging pleasure out of me in waves while his mouth moved down from mine, trailing kisses across my jaw, my throat, my chest. Each kiss left a mark, a promise etched in bruised skin.
He kissed over my ribs, my stomach, down the soft lines of my body, leaving a constellation of hickeys in his wake. I moaned, my back arching toward him, my senses frayed and barely holding. But then he paused. His hand stilled on my cock. His mouth stopped mid-kiss.