MAEVE HAWTHORN.
Enzo impaled himself right next to me, sitting on the side of the couch with his eyes raking all over me. He tilted his brows as he stared at me as if looking at me with uncertainty, he probably wasn’t sure about where he was going to start devouring me from.
My insides churned, I wanted him to start right away, I wanted to feel him all over me but he seemed to be taking his sweet time with that.
His mouth twisted and it didn’t take long for that smile to spread to his eyes. The smile in his eyes contained a sensuous flame that almost sent me spiraling.
Why is he taking so much time?
His eyes were fixed on my bare body, compelling and magnetic. Him merely staring at me was already getting me wet and I can’t believe how much this man has me wrapped around his fingers.
