Chapter 131: Put it in

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Put it in

Amelia’s body answered before her mind could catch up. Heat unfurled low in her stomach and spread outward in a slow, heavy wave, leaving her skin hypersensitive and restless.

One of Enzo’s hands cupped the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair while the other settled firmly on her hip, anchoring her in place as if he had no intention of letting her go. Their legs gradually tangled together as the kiss deepened—tongues sliding, breath mingling, the soft wet sounds of it filling the small space between them.

He rolled halfway on top of her. The hard length of his cock pressed against her thigh through his clothes, already thick, a silent promise of what was coming. His hand slipped beneath her top and closed over her breast, groping her with open, unapologetic hunger while he sucked on her tongue. Amelia arched into the touch with a soft, helpless sound she couldn’t swallow back. Her hands fisted in his hair and pulled him closer, grinding up against him without thought, chasing friction she both needed and feared.

Even after all the lifetimes they had shared—after every night she had already spent in his arms across those past lives—it still felt brand new. The weight of him, the heat of his mouth, the way her body opened for him so easily... it was pure, dizzying bliss.

Enzo broke the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Defined abs flexed as he moved, the lines of his stomach tight with restrained need. He eased her top upward and off, leaving her bare from the waist up. For a moment he simply stared, gaze locked on her breasts with raw, open lust.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Look at you."

The intensity of that look alone made her core throb hotter, wetness gathering between her thighs until the fabric of her shorts felt damp and shameful.

He gathered her hair in one hand and tilted her head back, then descended on her neck—biting, sucking, marking the sensitive skin.

"Do you remember me touching you like this?" he asked against her throat, voice low and rough. "In those other lives. Do you remember how you used to tremble for me?"

Amelia’s answer came out as a broken moan.

"Yes—Enzo—"

His mouth traveled lower, closing over one nipple and sucking hard enough to make her gasp.

"Ahhh..yes.."

At the same time his hand slid between her legs, rubbing her pussy firmly over the thin fabric of her shorts. Her hips jerked toward the pressure, seeking more without her permission. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back.

"Don’t hold it in," he murmured against her breast. "I want to hear you."

She whimpered when his fingers pressed harder.

"Grind that wet pussy against my hand," he ordered. "Show me how bad you need it. Don’t be shy now."

She obeyed without hesitation, rocking her hips against his palm in slow, desperate rolls. The friction was maddening—too much and not enough at the same time.

Enzo hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and dragged them down her legs in one smooth motion, leaving her completely naked beneath him. There was no room left for shame—only heat and need and the way his eyes raked over every newly exposed inch of her.

He looked down at her bare body, eyes dark with hunger.

"You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this," he said, his voice was rough around the edges. "How many times I’ve stroked myself thinking about this exact body. About spreading these thighs and burying myself inside you."

Amelia squirmed under the admission, her cheeks burning. Her gaze dropped helplessly to the thick outline straining against his pants. The fabric looked ready to tear.

"Enzo..."

He settled over her again, two fingers finding her clit and rubbing in firm circles that made her thighs twitch.

"Have the others touched you like this?" he asked, watching her face closely. "Have they made you this wet already?"

Her body trembled. When she didn’t answer right away, his fingers pressed harder, circling faster.

"Answer me, Amelia."

"Yes," she moaned, the word torn from her. "Yes—they have—"

A low, possessive sound rumbled in Enzo’s chest.

"Then I’ll just have to do better than them."

His fingers moved faster still, circling her clit with relentless pressure. Pleasure coiled tight and sharp in her stomach, building so quickly it almost frightened her.

"Enzo—ah—"

The broken moan of his name spilled out of her before she could stop it.

"I like that," he murmured against her skin, clearly pleased. "Do it again. Say my name like that again."

"Enzo..." Her voice cracked. "Please—"

"Please what?" His fingers didn’t slow. He sounded almost cruel in his patience. "You want me to stop? You want me to leave you like this—aching and empty?"

She shook her head frantically, hips lifting into his hand, chasing every stroke.

"No—don’t stop—please don’t stop—"

"Then tell me what you want." His voice dropped lower, rougher, almost a growl. "Say it clearly. Tell me you want me inside you."

She wasn’t desperate enough yet, and he knew it. The teasing circles continued, keeping her right on the edge without ever giving her the pressure she needed to fall. Frustration and need tangled in her chest until words spilled out of her in a rush.

"Please," she begged, voice breaking between gasps. "Please, Enzo—I need you inside me. I can’t take it anymore—please just fuck me—I need your cock—please—"

Only then did he ease back. He stood just long enough to shove his pants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavily veined, already flushed dark and hard. The sight alone made her ache, a deep, empty yearning for the stretch and fullness she remembered across lifetimes. Her mouth went dry.

He settled over her again. Something flickered across her face—hesitation, confession, fear of what the truth might change.

"I lied about something."

Enzo went completely still, eyes locked on hers.

"What is it?"

"I lied when I said I’d been intimate with other men before I met you." Her voice was quiet even as her cheeks burned. "I haven’t slept with anyone. I am still a virgin."

He paused, processing the confession. For a moment the hunger in his expression was tempered by something softer.

"I understand why you hid that from us," he said at last. His thumb brushed her cheek with surprising gentleness. "Do you want me to stop? We can slow down. We don’t have to do this right now."

She shook her head at once, almost fiercely.

"No. Don’t stop. I want this. I want you."

"Good."

He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand, holding her easily in place. With the other he guided his cock, rubbing the thick head slowly up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness. He teased her entrance without pushing in, dragging along her sensitive folds again and again until she was trembling beneath him.

Amelia’s moans filled the quiet room, soft and broken and completely unrestrained.

"Enzo—ah, Enzo—please—"

"How does it feel?" he asked, voice dark with restraint, as if holding himself back was costing him. "Tell me."

"It feels so good," she gasped, hips twitching every time the head of his cock nudged her entrance. "Too good—please, I can’t take it—stop teasing me—"

"Are you ready?" His forehead rested against hers for a moment, breath warm against her lips. "Once I start, I’m not going to be gentle for long. Are you sure?"

"Yes," she breathed, almost sobbing the word. "Yes, please—I can’t stand this torture anymore. I need you inside me. Now."