Page 46 of Run to Me
Suddenly, before I can even blink, she does some sort of fucking gymnastic move, flinging herself towards me and shifting at the same time so that she’s straddling mylap.
The book I was reading is discarded on the floor, and I’m sure once she snaps out of the haze of lust that she’s currently trapped in she’ll have some choice words about that, but I can worry about it later.
“What are you doing, angel?” I don’t even recognize my own voice, it’s gruff and fucking desperate.
I’mfucking desperate. Desperate for her.
I dip my chin and look down at her as her wide eyes stare up at me, her pussy is lined up perfectly with my bulge and it’s like deja-fucking-vu when she rocks against me.
“Kiss m—”
She doesn’t even finish getting the words out before I’m slamming my lips down on hers. My hands—that were innocently resting on the sofa—move to her hips and I squeeze before bringing one hand up and cupping the side of her face, pulling her closer to me and taking the kiss deeper.
My tongue strokes against hers and she tastes so fucking sweet. I’ve never kissed like this before. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like all the stars are aligning, the final puzzle piece falling into place. She’s what I’ve been missing my whole life, and I swear I’ll never let her go.
She pulls back and gulps a breath of air as I move my lips to her neck. “You taste so fucking sweet, angel. Even better than I imagined,” I murmur before bringing my lips back to hers.
I nibble on her bottom lip, and she moans in response. The sound so fucking alluring, like a melody I want to listen to for the rest of my goddamn life.
“More,” she pants. “I need more.”
A groan works its way up my throat, but I swallow it down, dreading the fact that I might have to put a stop to this for the time being.
“I don’t know if I can give you more,uccellina.If I give you more, that’s it. You’ll be mine and I’ll never be able to let you go, so you can rub that pretty pussy while you’re sitting next to me, you can kiss me, you can grind against my cock and get yourself off, but I can’t give you more until you’re mine.”
She stares up at me with those big doe eyes while my heart is in my throat waiting for her reaction. I expect her to pout, to complain, to argue, to storm off to her room or to tell me to go fuck myself. What I don’t expect is for her to smirk at me before she murmurs, “The thing is, Enzo, I’m already yours.”
And with those words leaving her mouth, I’m fucked. Deceased. Done. Dead. Completely and undeniably fucking gone for this girl.
Chapter Twenty-One
Robyn
I’m pretty sure I’ve broken him.
Like seriously, he’s staring at me with wide eyes while his cheek twitches, but other than that he doesn’t make a move. Is he glitching? I think he may be glitching.
Or maybe he was just saying all that stuff thinking I’d back out, and he doesn’t really want this. Maybe he just—
Before I can even finish my thought, his strong arms are wrapped around me as he stands from the sofa and stalks through the apartment while I’m wrapped around him, clinging on for dear life.
We make it into his bedroom, and as much as I’d like to look around and see if I can spot glimpses of him since it’s the first time I’ve been in here, I’m not given the chance. He throws me down on the bed before pulling his shirt over his head and crawling on top of me.
“Are you sure about this, angel?” he murmurs, and I nod, too worked up to form words.
He hums before bringing his lips back to mine. It’s different this time, slower, gentler, and packed with more emotion than I’ve ever felt from a kiss. It almost feelsloving,but I push that thought away. I won’t allow myself to make more of this than it is.
Enzo’s the type of man that could get anyone he wanted. He wants me right now, he says I’mhis,but I’m not foolish enough to believe that will last. He’ll grow bored of me, and I’ll go back to being alone.
“You with me?” he whispers against my lips and curl my hands into his hair, gently pulling on the strands and making him deepen the kiss. It’s so freaking hot, so wild, so desperate.
I need him like I need air to breathe, like I’ll suffocate without him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this, angel. How long I’ve been imagining having you beneath me, in my bed, completely open for me. I feel like I’ll fucking die without you. You’re a goddamn goddess, and you’re allmine,” he rasps before he moves his body lower.
He bunches my tank top up and tilts his head down while tweaking my nipples. His tongue makes a leisurely stroke between the valley of my breasts before he latches a nipple into his mouth and he clamps down, making me cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect, Robyn,” he moans and works his way lower, kissing his way down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my shorts.