Chapter Twenty Nine

Enzo kicked at his pants before walking away from them, downing part of a glass of champagne that had been included with the table of desserts. He offered her a drink from his own glass, but she shook her head. Lilith felt drunk already, heady with lust and need. Even his legs were well muscled, the lines and planes evident with every minute movement he made.

“Like what you see?” Enzo asked almost lazily, standing in front of her, utterly relaxed. If he had made her undress in front of him rather than ripping her clothes off like he usually did, Lilith didn’t think she would be able to be so calm and confident about it.

But he was as cool as those icy blue eyes, almost luminous in the low light of the room.

“Yes,” she said, reaching out to him. “Mine.”

He blinked at that — it surprised her just as much as it had him — but he captured her hand and kissed the palm.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, easing himself slowly down, covering his body with hers, “Is it everything you expecte