Enzo's POV
He sucked on my stomach, lips warm and wet as they moved across my skin, and each kiss felt like it was lighting a fuse inside me. His mouth traveled lower, trailing kisses from the curve of my ribs down to the space just above my erection, where he paused deliberately. He knelt between my legs, his breath brushing my skin like a whisper of fire. Then he looked up at me through dark lashes, a teasing smirk tugging at his mouth.
"You're ready for me, aren't you?" he asked, voice dipped in sin, fingers grazing the inside of my thighs with maddening slowness.
"You already know I am. Why are you asking me something so obvious?" I shot back, my voice thick with need and frustration. My hips shifted, involuntarily seeking contact, craving the friction only he could give.
But then he stopped. Just inches away from my aching dick, he suddenly pulled back. My chest tightened with confusion.
