Enzo pressed me against the door, the cool wood at my back a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between us. His lips brushed along my neck as his warm breath grazed my skin, drawing uneven breaths from me in the quiet space between us. “No one is going to take you away from me, Gwen!” he growled, his voice rough with the lingering anger over Soren crashing our mating ceremony. He didn’t wait for an answer. He lifted my leg, hooking it firmly over his arm, and his other hand moved with deliberate, dangerous grace. He slipped his fingers beneath the lace of my panties, his touch finding my slit instantly. As he began to stroke me, I tightened my grip on his shoulders. My body felt like it was unraveling. Every nerve ending hummed for him, and as his thumb circled that sensitive spot, a desperate, needy moan broke from my lips. I was drowning in the sensation of him, completely undone by the rh
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