“There’s another!” I squeal, noticing another great white about ten feet away.
“Mmhm,” he hums deeply, his hands wandering down to the button of my shorts. I can’t decide which to focus on—the terrifying beasts that are several feet away or what Enzo is doing.
Deftly, his fingers slip past my unbuttoned jeans and slide along the waistband of my bottoms, snagging my attention completely. Fuck the sharks, I’m more concerned about the one behind me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, though I’m not sure if I really care.
In lieu of a response, his thumbs hook into the waistband of my shorts and bathing suit bottoms and he pulls them down as far as they’ll go.
“Take them off,” he orders, voice deeper than the ocean we’re treading on, sending another shiver rolling down my spine.
“I thought this wasn’t sex,” I say shakily.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” I choke out, removing the bottoms the rest of the way and tossing them to the side.
“Good girl,” he purrs, sliding down his own shorts. I feel his length brush across my backside, and my body immediately tightens with visceral need.
Why can’t he be like the other men?
Mediocre, at best—if I’m lucky. They were so much easier to let go of. To forget about, until someone called me by their name.
“Can you take me,bella ladra?”
I don’t know whatbellaladrameans, but I’m too lost in the feel of him dragging his fingers through my pussy to care.
“Yes,” I moan, trembling when I feel the tip of his cock replacing his fingers.
My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip as he slowly pushes inside me, stretching me until the burn is as cathartic as the bruising grip around my hips.
He gives me barely any time to truly adjust and sets a quick, steady pace, pumping inside me until my eyes are crossing.
“I needed one more time with you,” he rasps. “Ancora una volta.”
Heart in my throat, a choked moan slips past. Adrenaline ignites when one of the sharks splash right in front of the boat, causing my muscles to tighten. Enzo groans in response, feeling my body clench around him.
He drives into me harder and reaches around to slip his fingers between my thighs, circling them over my clit. My head kicks back, and the world around me fades, monsters be damned.
“Do they scare you?” he murmurs.
“Mmm?” I mumble, an orgasm forming in the pit of my stomach. All my focus is on that tightening knot, so desperate for it to snap, yet never wanting it to end.
“Goddamn, you’re gripping me so fucking tight. Move up,” he demands, grabbing my hips and nudging me forward. I try to resist, but he easily overpowers me. My breath stalls as he coerces me to the very edge of the boat, where two massive sharks swim beneath.
“Enzo,” I breathe, fear filling my bloodstream, yet it only serves to heighten the pleasure streaming throughout my body as he rolls his hips.
My head tips back, a moan working its way out of my throat. I’m so close, and my lungs are depleting of oxygen as he drives me to that edge. I need to breathe desperately, and I won’t be able to as long as he’s inside me. I reach down between my legs to circle my clit, but he stops me.
“Did I say you could come?” he asks darkly.
“Please, I need it,” I plead, my brows pinching.
“Cazzo, I don’t know how you do it,” he groans.
A gasp leaves my lips when his hand reaches around and seizes me by the throat, pulling me into him until my back is molded to his chest.
“Tell me how,” he murmurs in my ear, his voice hardening. Even with an orgasm on the horizon, an alarm starts ringing in the back of my head when his hand tightens.