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Page 267 of Modern Romance January 2025 5-8

Her heart gave a lurch as he scooped her up and stood. Carrying her as if she weighed nothing at all, Enzo took her into his bedroom. With the utmost care that made Charlotte’s heart sing, he placed her in the centre of the very large bed. If she wanted to, she could look out of the window at the beauty that was Milan at night, but when Enzo rounded the foot of the bed, the view behind him faded into insignificance. Especially when he was shedding his coat and shirt. He draped them over the armrest of the couch to the side, never taking his green eyes off Charlotte. When he slipped off his pants, Charlotte was certain that she had forgotten how to breathe.

Enzo was undoubtedly the most devastatingly beautiful man she had ever seen. Would ever see again. It made her sad that she would never be able to call him hers. Not when he lived his life in the light and she was forced to the shadows.

She pushed the thought aside, refusing to mourn when there was pleasure on offer. She would savour it and lock it away. Store it somewhere safe to return to in the future and remember what happiness felt like.

‘Tesoro, I have been craving this.’ He kneeled at the foot of the bed and bunched her sparkling dress up to her hips, then slowly, surely knowing precisely how crazed this was making her, pulled down the scrap of lace she called panties and dropped it behind him.

Charlotte couldn’t describe how glad she was that he called hertesorobecause she wouldn’t be able to handle being called Celeste now. She hated it, she realised. She hated the name. She hated who Celeste was. Celeste wouldn’t be this open. Celeste wouldn’t have the honest reaction Charlotte had now, moaning at the kiss Enzo placed on the inside of her thigh.

Higher.

She must have said her thought out loud because Enzo replied with a chuckle. ‘Patience.’

She didn’t have any of that.

‘Please, Enzo.’

Enzo lifted his gaze to meet hers. ‘Don’t beg. You never have to beg with me.’ The words went right to Charlotte’s heart. She had begged her father to reconsider her arranged marriage, but it had got her nowhere. She had begged her sister to tell her how to make their relationship better, and that too had fallen on deaf ears. Now here was Enzo telling her she never had to beg.

‘Kiss me.’ The words were out of her mouth before she had a moment to consider them, and Enzo obeyed. Closing his mouth over her mound, he kissed her deeply. His sinful tongue delved into her core making Charlotte’s back arch off the bed. His arm snapped over her hips, keeping her still as he feasted on her. Her hands sunk into his hair, gripping the long strands as she fell apart under his kiss, feeling utter euphoria. The blood in her veins was replaced by heat. A tightening built in her core, so much more powerful than anything she could make herself feel.

‘Enzo,’ she breathed, and the vibration from his moan pushed her over the edge. She shattered against his mouth, her body writhing, and then he was kissing her, her taste on his lips. On his tongue. It was the single most erotic thing she had ever experienced. He kissed her and kept kissing her until her body settled against his and her eyes finally opened.

Magnificent. That was what Celeste was. She was a drug entirely consuming him. How she had remained a virgin all this time was beyond Enzo. A primitive part of him, which he hadn’t known existed until a few minutes ago, was glad of it. He didn’t like the idea of any other man touching her. It had taken everything in him to remain cordial when he had seen Celeste dancing with Charles Moreau. He’d wanted her in his arms. Now he had exactly that.

‘How do you feel?’ Her kisses drove him crazy, but he couldn’t forget how inexperienced she was.

‘Good. Better than good. I want more.’ Her shining skin flushed, and with her broad smile, he had never seen her look more mesmerising. Had never seen a woman more beautiful.

‘You will get everything you want,tesoro.’

He unzipped the side of her dress and eased it off her. Given the cut of her dress, it wasn’t exactly a surprise to find that she hadn’t been wearing a bra, but actually seeing the evidence still felt like taking a punch.

Celeste would be the death of him. Of this, he was sure.

Dropping her dress off the side of the bed without looking, he took her nipple into his mouth, feeling satisfaction burn through him at her mewl. His fingers trailed down her body, over her belly button, down, down, down, until they teased the bundle of nerves at the junction of her thighs, making her pant his name. Enzo would never tire of hearing that.

‘I need you,’ she breathed.

He kissed her lightly on the lips, then retreated to the couch, fished his wallet out of his pants and pulled out a foil package. He held it in his teeth as he removed his underwear and heard Celeste’s audible gasp.

Smirking at her, he rolled the latex onto his impressive length and crawled over Celeste, kissing up her body as he did. He wanted her. He wanted her in every way, on every surface, in every position. But what heneededwas to see her.

He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling a primal urge to plunge into her and claim her as his. Instead, he asked, ‘Are you sure,tesoro?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

He covered her with his body, holding his weight on one elbow as he slowly pushed into her.

‘Open,’ he instructed, with his thumb at her mouth. She obeyed, drawing it in and sucking on it, making him curse out loud. With difficulty, he pulled it free and slipped his hand between their bodies, teasing her with that same thumb, making her relax and moan and writhe.

He pulled out a little and slowly thrust back in.

‘Heaven,’ he panted and saw her response to his praise in her nearly black eyes. Felt it as she began to meet him thrust for thrust.

His name became unintelligible on her lips. His heart was throwing itself against his rib cage. He felt it everywhere—felthereverywhere. As if with every moment, with every slide against each other, she burrowed a little further under his skin.

Mine. Mine. Mine.


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