Oliva’s POV
A fierce look flashed in Enzo’s eyes, a mix of desire and intensity that matched the pull I felt toward him. He let out a low growl that seemed to echo inside me, making my pulse race.
Enzo moved faster, each motion bringing a blend of pleasure and a little discomfort. The feelings overwhelmed me, pushing aside my anger and pain. It felt like he was creating a new connection between us, something deeper than the bitterness we had shared.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low as he pressed his forehead to mine, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re more perfect than I imagined.”
I blushed at his words, feeling a strange thrill. I had never imagined things could feel this intense, this overwhelming. With every movement, my tension melted away, leaving warmth in its place
