Chapter Twenty Eight

There was still an element of disbelief about all of this, a persistent insecurity that this was all somehow a mistake — or worse, a dream. But his fingers were real enough, tracing the velvety exterior of her most intimate part, parting those lips to drag their way through her wetness.

This time was different from all the times before they had shared. This was softer, somehow. More eviscerating and vulnerable. Enzo took his time with her, testing and teasing, waiting for an excruciating length of time simply touching her before he started licking and nibbling and sucking on her pussy like she was one of those delectable desserts on the table.

It was somehow even more delicious that Lilith was completely naked, spread out, moaning, fisting his dark hair, and Enzo still had on every frustrating scrap of expensive clothing. He could — and did — touch every inch of her, rubbing over her breasts and thumbing her nipples, trailing down her ribs in a way that was definitely not ticklish, a