Page 102 of Saved By A God
Enzo closes the last bit of distance between us, and the instant his mouth touches mine, a shiver surges through me.
Instead of losing my ability to think, I’m highly aware of the warmth of his firm lips.
For one perfect moment, nothing else exists. Not our past, or the years I’ve spent wishing for something I never thought I’d have.
There’s only Enzo.
He tilts his head, and when his mouth nips at mine, I’m utterly overwhelmed by an intense rush of tingles. He lets go of my hair, then grips hold of my jaw and throat, his body pressing into mine and forcing me to lean backward.
Nothing… I mean, absolutely nothing could prepare me for the moment Enzo’s tongue sweeps into my mouth. It feels as if he instantly loses control.
The butterflies in my stomach morph into eagles, my legs go numb, a tremble racks hard through me, and I barely have enough brain function to breathe.
Then he lets out the hottest groan I’ve heard in my entire life, and it’s my turn to lose control.
I lift my hands to the sides of his neck, and following his lead, my tongue brushes his, and I savor what has to be the most addictive taste ever.
My God, this must be heaven.
Enzo kisses me like he’s done holding back, like months of grief, fear, and relief have finally caught up with him.
Every heated tug of his lips leaves me struggling to keep up, but I don’t care. I cling to him and give him everything I have as the intensity between us builds more and more.
A rough sound escapes him before he pulls back, just enough for our eyes to meet, and the look on his face steals whatever breath I have left.
Possessive. Starving. Brutal and completely undone.
“I’m fucking done denying myself the one thing I’ve always wanted.” He shakes his head and stares so deep into my eyes, I swear he can see into my soul. ‘You.” Clenching his jaw, he shakes his head again. “I’ve spent years telling myself I couldn’t have you. Years convincing myself never to cross the line.” Leaning a little closer, his tone is harsh and deep, and it sounds like a vow as he says, “You are mine. Every single fucking inch of you belongs to me. Got it?”
I remain silent as it finally dawns on methat losing me changed something fundamental in Enzo, and there’s no going back to who he used to be.
He gives me an impatient look and demands, “Answer me, Rosie.”
“Yes, I’m yours.” The words burst from me while heat pools in my core because he’s never been hotter than right now.
Enzo presses his forehead to mine, and his voice cracks when he groans, “Mine.”
Enzo
One fucking kiss, and there’s no more me and no more Rosie. From this moment forward, it’s us against the world.
Impatient to taste more of her, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and crush my mouth to hers.
Fucking nirvana.
I groan as my tongue strokes hers, her sweetness bursting over my taste buds.
A tremble racks through my body, and when Rosie moans softly, it does something to me. A desperate need for everything she’s willing to give consumes me, and her eagerness as she follows my lead drives me fucking wild.
I’m rock hard, and when I grab Rosie’s hips and push her down on my cock, air bursts from her.
Then I remember what she requested at the club and rip my mouth away from hers. “Why did you request no orgasm at Paradiso?”
“Huh?” She was so into the kiss it takes a moment for her brain to catch up. She shakes her head. “Sorry, what?”
“Why didn’t you want to orgasm during your appointment at the club?”
“Oh.” She shrugs. “I wasn’t sure I would be able to and didn’t want things to get awkward and for the guy to keep trying.”
