MAEVE HAWTHORN.
Taking in a deep breath, I felt my breath hitch as I stood there while Enzo praised my body. His eyes peered up at me and my heart did a double take when he smiled at me.
“I’d be stupid to let you go.” He added, breathing as his face came closer to mine again and without as little as a hesitation, he pulled me into him and wrapped his arm around me so hard that I felt like I’d been imprisoned.
Standing there, I did nothing to get away from Enzo because really, I didn’t want to get away from him. He crushed my body into his again, my face buried in his neck as I let him hug me.
He didn’t seem like he wanted to do anything besides holding me and even though I wanted him to do something more, I wanted him to pin me against the wall and fuck.
I wanted him to do all sorts of nasty things to me while we have sex and put all of our differences behind me, my pussy throbbed at the thought and I felt more aroused than usual.
“God, you’re perfect.” He breathed and I couldn’t help the small smile that took over my face as I closed my eyes and took in his earthy scent.
He didn’t seem like his usual self that torments me sexually and even though I wanted him to do those things to me, I remained quiet and silently prayed that this moment lasts forever.
I shouldn’t bring up something like sex and ruin the whole moment.
Enzo breathed against my neck and my pussy clenched, desperate for his cock, desperate for him and although I wanted to let him know that, all I did was draw in a shaky breath.
His wet tongue trailed a path from my neck and neck down to my boobs, kissing it as his tongue swirled around it, playing with it like it was some sort of toy.
If he keeps doing all these things, I might cum without him actually fucking me.
“I’m sorry, Maeve,” he apologized and I felt cold chills run down my spine as my eyes flew open and I looked down at him cupping my boobs in his palm and kissing it.
“I’m so sorry.” He repeated, looking up at me. It didn’t make sense, I had no idea why he was apologizing but he looked like he meant the apology, like he was genuinely sorry for something.
What is he sorry for? What did he do?
“Wh-” His lips reclaimed mine before I could let my words out, his tongue fucked and owned my mouth until I was completely out of breath and forgotten what I wanted to ask him.
“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.” He apologized again, his voice was low and so fucking tender that I was so close to begging him to stop apologizing and just fuck me.
“Stop apologizing.” I managed to mutter even though I was out of breath but he didn’t stop, he kept apologizing to me like he had committed a grave offence.
“Do you forgive me?” He questioned, his eyes boring into mine as he stared at me as if he was searching for my answer in my eyes.
“Yes. I forgive you.” I quickly let out even though I didn’t know what I was forgiving him for, I didn’t know what he was apologizing for but I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
What we have now is good, perfect even and moving at a pace that I’m at peace with so whatever he had done should be in the past and remain there.
“Let- let’s go to the bed.” I smiled, holding his hand like he was a little boy and I was trying to stop him from getting lost.
Enzo nodded as I pulled him with me to the bed, he sat on it with his head low and I just couldn’t help but feel like something happened.
Should I ask? Will it ruin the moment if I ask?
“I need to put something on and-”
“Don’t,” his voice stopped me and as his gaze lifted to meet mine, my heart stopped, “don’t put anything on, just come here.” I really don’t think I’d ever get used to hearing his voice so low.
He made himself comfortable on my bed and gestured for me to join him. I swallowed, the thought of him finally fucking me sent a shivering sensation coursing through my body.
Nodding, I joined Enzo on the bed but he still didn’t make a move on me, he only pulled me into him and placed my head on his chest as if he wanted me to listen to his heartbeat.
“I promise I won’t make any move you don’t want on you,” his voice was oddly reassuring and I wanted to scream at him to touch me, to do with me whatever he wanted.
“I didn’t come here to fuck you, I came to talk to you even though I don’t know what we’re going to be talking about.” He laughed and my ears rejoiced.
The sound of his laughter even though it was a short one sounded like music to my ears and I wanted to hear more, I wanted him to laugh more often but I was still trying to adjust to these sudden changes.
Silently, Enzo and I laid on the bed where I rested my head on his chest, listening to it beating slowly and steadily while his fingers kept trailing an imaginary line at the back of my neck.
“About the question you asked four days ago,” his voice pierced through the silence, breaking it into a million pieces as he cleared his throat.
“You wanted to know if I felt guilty for killing him, my answer was a lie.” He finished with a sigh, I wanted to sit up but I decided to remain in that position.
“So, what’s your real answer? Did you feel guilty for killing him?” I asked and the room fell silent for a while as if Enzo was thinking about his answer.
“No,” his answer was the same but something about the way he answered was different, “I don’t kill innocent people so I don’t feel guilty after killing them.” He explained.
“But even at that, even though I have never killed an innocent man in my entire life, their death still haunts me and then I feel something but I’m a hundred percent sure that feeling isn’t guilt.” He finished.
“What is it then?” I asked
“I don’t know, pity?” He shrugged, “I mean, they wouldn’t be dead if they didn’t do something wrong.” He finished with a sigh that made the balance in the room tip a little.
I could sense a little darkness in the air, it was so little but at the same time it felt so strong, choking and a little restrictive.
“Let’s not talk about that.” I quickly said and I felt Enzo nod as he thanked me. His fingers ran through my hair as he stroked them slowly, making me a little bit sleepy.
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I had no idea I’d fallen asleep until my eyes fluttered open and I yawned. The sweet aroma of pancakes hit my nose, making me turn at once and my eyes widened when I saw the pancakes and Enzo’s shirtless body.
His chest was wide and I wanted nothing more than to touch it, to kiss and maybe even lick it whether he was sweating or not.
“I wasn’t sure how to wake you from your nap so your friend suggested this, although I would’ve done something else.” He smiled at me, his eyes glistening.
I knew that look in his eyes. Damn Clara, she could’ve let him wake me up however he sees fit.
“Don’t look so grumpy.” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts as he sat beside me with the food. Enzo and I ate together but all I could think about was the feel of his body on mine, how well his cock would fit in my cunt.
We finished eating soon and went back to lying in each other’s arms on the bed. Enzo kissed me, his fingers lightly brushing my clit, teasing my opening but not going in.
What is this delicious torture? I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME!
Pleasure coursed through me and my pussy ached, it yearned for a sweet release but putting this kind of pressure on Enzo was the last thing I wanted even though I knew he would do it if I asked.
I laid on his chest, listening to his heart beating in my ear and nothing made me feel more at peace than this even though I felt sexually frustrated, it was all worth it.
My body shivered as Enzo’s fingers slowly and lightly caressed my clit and my eyes were starting to become so heavy that I couldn’t keep them open.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” I heard him mutter but I felt too tired or too relaxed to reply to that and instead, I closed my eyes and gave in to the sweet arms of sleep that were open before me.
I really want this to last forever, “Goodnight, Enzo.”