ELEVEN: Enzo's POV: As you've guessed, I couldn't stay away, it wasn't even an option for me.I'd kept an eye on her after she left even after I told myself not to.These feelings… I knew what they were as soon as she was no longer within my reach… I want her. No, I needed her. Not just for the great sex, or humorous, light-hearted moments, no. It was something much deeper and stronger than that. I carried it around in my heart like extra baggage and if I don't let it out, I'm afraid my chest will burst open. “Tanya?” “Mhm?” She sounded sleepy. There was no holding back now. “I want to court you,” I blurted. She went rigid against me and my heart skipped.Soon, she pushed into a sitting position and I did the same. The lighting in her bedroom was low so I couldn't get a read on her face.“You… you mean like dating?” She said after a few seconds, her voice barely above a whisper.“Is that the same thing?” When she said nothing, I continued even though my heart was pounding wild
TEN: Tanya's POV: I watched the doctor walk away, letting his words sink in.My first emotion. Relief.And then came the realization…Enzo.It was definitely him.I didn't have anyone else. I didn't even tell Natalia what I've been going through for the past month.It was him.I can bet my life on it.And that meant… he was still having me followed. My heart flipped and it shouldn't.No normal person thinks it's cute or romantic.But I do. I had convinced myself he'd absolutely forget about me once I'd left. Sure he stalked me before I even knew he existed but we've fucked, several times and I assumed since he's gotten what he wanted, he'd forget about me.Don't blame me for thinking this way. Guys do that all the time even though there are exceptions.Since I left, I'd struggled and failed to get him off my mind. My silly ass named my dildo, Enzo. Mom's illness had helped a bit by taking my mind off him but I knew he wasn't going anywhere.He's successfully engraved his name in
NINE:Enzo's POV:She was gone. Without a word.I didn't know how I missed it especially since we were together last night, fucked like rabbits, cuddled, and talked a bit—even though she avoided saying what was truly on her mind and kept deflecting by teasing and taunting me.I let her be, just for the night, hoping I'd get to speak to her before she left. It didn't have to be anything serious. Maybe end things on good terms as friends, promise to keep talking… anything.But she was just… gone.I knew her flight was a night one, imagine my surprise when I learned she'd left before noon.I guess it was better this way.She made it easier for the both of us and I shouldn't make it complicated. If I could, I would thank her for it. It was time to follow her lead now. No more stalking or obsessively thinking about her. I'm a grown man, I could do casual flings without making a big scene.I'll forget about her and our moments together, it was only a matter of time…~ ~ ~ Tanya's
EIGHT:Tanya's POV: After two rounds of wild, filthy sex, he was kissing me. A tender, slow kiss that felt a lot like it was going to ruin me completely.Who am I kidding? I was already ruined.Eventually, he pulled back, allowing us to breathe. He placed one soft kiss on my forehead and then fell back on his side of the bed. He stretched his arm invitingly. “Come closer, principessa.” Arghhh.That damn nickname. It was going to be the death of me. Literally.Couldn't he tell it was slowly killing me? I moved closer like he'd asked, lying on his chest while his fingers stroked my hair.The cuddling after every sex was frustrating—I loved it and I hated it. I loved the feeling of having him this close, my ear against his heartbeat, feeling the rising and falling of his chest while his arm stayed wrapped around me but I hated that it was only temporary and would be coming to an end in four days.FOUR DAYS.My chest felt tight, and a sick, unmoving feeling settled in my gut.I went r
SEVEN: Tanya's POV: Face down, ass up, I heard him slip on a condom as I waited eagerly for his next move or command. I felt him move behind me as I waited patiently. One hand grabbed my waist and then I felt it—his thick head nudging at my entrance and I braced myself.He pushed, stretching my hole, my juices, and his saliva from moments earlier let him slide home easily. I felt deliciously full and I heard him groan from satisfaction as my walls clenched around him. I clenched again, deliberately this time and he groaned louder this time. “Fuck, you feel so good, principessa.” Then, he began moving, slow and steady at first, dragging his heaving length across my overly sensitive, slick walls. His palm rubbed my butt in the way I liked as he thrust in and out of me. It was almost as if he knew what I liked—Was this what they called sexual chemistry? I think so.His pace picked up, he was thrusting, harder, faster. The sound of bare skin slamming against each other filled the ro
SIX: Tanya's POV: Yes. That hungry, obsessive look he had on his face right now was what I craved like oxygen.It felt so good sucking a cock as fat and as pretty as his and the evidence of the sticky, slippery mess between my thighs.And the sounds he'd made? Fuck, the best I've ever heard. He was gone for me, I didn't have time to enjoy the prideful feeling of driving him insane with a blow job when he pounced on me. His lips claimed mine in a blur of movement and then, he was pressing me against his hard, hot as fuck body and I leaned into it.His kiss was as fierce as his looks—just the way I liked it. He devoured me like a man on a mission, his teeth caught my bottom lip, sinking into it enough to sting but not enough to draw blood. I moaned and whimpered into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his powerful, wet tongue into my mouth.We broke apart, but his arms were still around me, my sensitive boobs were pressed against his chest. “I tried to keep my distance,” h