le, but I have a need deep inside only he can quench.
“Enzo…I’m going to…fuck!” I come on his tongue and everything changes.
I’ve heard the saying that one moment can change your life. I’ve had those moments. When Enzo decided to let me live instead of kill me like his father ordered. When my father sold me. When Enzo sold me. When Milo raped me. So many moments changed my life.
But this moment squashed every bad thing that has ever happened.
It released all of the oxytocin in my body. All the good feelings I’ve been holding in explode through my body, and I know I’ll never be able to contain those feelings again.
Enzo senses it too, although he may not understand exactly what change has happened.
He slowly lifts himself from between my legs, staring at me intently as his shoulders slowly rise and fall.
He thinks I’m done; I got the orgasm I’ve been so desperate for. And he was more than happy to give me that gift, but he wants more. He doesn’t realize I want more too.
I could end this now, and I wouldn’t end up too hurt. I got what my body needed. I got my freedom back, my body back. But I still don’t have Enzo back.
I could tell him to leave now. I could sleep and nothing would change between us tomorrow. I could keep hating him. But if this is the only night I get, I’m not leaving with any regrets.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks, with so much hope and desperation in his voice. His hand rests on my stomach, and his thumb traces the edge of my belly button.
“I already told you. I want you.”
It takes 0.1 seconds for him to understand the meaning of my words.
And then we collide.
I grab his pants, ripping them down just before his already hard cock enters me.
I’m so slick and wet; our bodies meld easily. This is what has been missing. This is what Milo took, and I’m taking it back.
It’s not love. That’s not what this is. Right?
This is just an intense connection Enzo and I have always shared—that’s all.
But as my legs wrap around his waist, my fingers dig into his back, his cock sinks deeper inside me, his hands tangle in my hair, our eyes lock, and our lips devour, I know this is so much more. I have no control over what we are. I used to think I loved Enzo. Then I hated him. But neither word accurately describes how I feel or what this is.
This is life. This is everything. Enzo is me, and I’m him. I can no sooner remove him from my life than I can remove a leg from my body.
The agony on his face tells me he feels it too, and he’s terrified of losing it.
“You are so tight, baby. I’ve never felt anything like you. When I’m inside you, your entire body grabs onto me, refusing to ever let me go.”
“It’s because I don’t want to let you go.” Even if I have to.
His bottom lip twitches at the thought of letting me go. “I have to move.” His voice is strangled, like he’s been holding back.
“Don’t hold back,” I say.
“I can’t. Not with you. Hold on, I’m about to show you why we are meant to be together, forever.”
He thrusts—once.
And a wall comes crumbling down.
Fuck, this isn’t good. Yet, it’s so fucking good.
Another thrust. Pleasure washes over me in a wave of energy.