His mouth didn't ask.
It claimed.
Enzo kissed her with the heat of restraint, finally shattered like he'd been waiting a lifetime and now, with her in his hands, he didn't know how to be careful anymore.
Eva gasped, the sound swallowed by his lips, her body stiffening against the sharp press of his suit, the cool bite of his rings grazing her skin.
But the moment his tongue parted her lips, something inside her gave way.
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't slow.
But it wasn't cruel.
He was fire and she was dry kindling ready to burn.
His hands roamed like he owned her already. They found the dip of her back, the curve of her thigh, the silk strap sliding from her shoulder. She should've been nervous, ashamed.
But the heat surging through her veins drowned everything else.
She let go.
Let him strip her of silk, of pride, of innocence.
And he did. Carefully. Devouringly. As if undressing her was sacred.
Her body was trembling when she stood bare before him, nipples tight, thighs clenched, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself until he caught her wrists and pinned them to her sides.
"Don't," he said.
She lifted her chin. "Don't what?"
"Don't hide from me."
He didn't mean her body.
He meant her.
And God help her… she wanted to be seen.
So she didn't flinch when he lowered his mouth to her neck, didn't run when he slid his tongue down her collarbone and sank to his knees in front of her like a sinner worshipping his only god.
"Enzo…" she whispered, unsteady.
He looked up, dark eyes dragging over her trembling figure. "Lie back."
She did.
The bed was ice under her spine. His hands followed the lines of her hips, her ribs, her inner thighs.
When his mouth found the softest part of her, Eva cried out.
It wasn't pleasure it was combustion.
Her nails clawed at the sheets, head thrashing side to side. He didn't let up. He held her there, his mouth greedy, his fingers spreading her apart like he had every right.
It didn't take long.
She shattered.
Her first orgasm felt like drowning in light. And when it faded, she was panting, dazed, the silk sheets twisted beneath her body like vines.
Enzo rose over her, sliding his jacket off with slow precision. She watched as he removed his cufflinks real gold, she realised then the shirt. Button by button.
His chest was lean, hard, scarred. And tattooed.
A raven inked across his ribs.
Another secret.
She reached for him.
He caught her hand, pressed it to his chest where his heart beat like thunder.
"You're sure?" he asked, one last time.
She nodded.
And when he entered her it hurt.
Not unbearable, but real. Sharp. Brief.
Her breath caught, fingers gripping his forearms, her eyes squeezing shut.
He stilled.
Waited.
His hand cradled her cheek, his forehead resting gently against hers.
"It's okay," he murmured, voice raw. "Breathe."
So she did.
He moved slowly at first. Carefully. Every stroke deliberate, meant to ease her into it. But soon, his restraint began to unravel. His breath came faster. His hands gripped harder. Her body adapted, welcomed him.
Eva had never known what it felt like to be filled. Owned.
Now she did.
He kissed her like a man starved, every thrust matched by a deep groan against her mouth. The pleasure built again sharper this time, layered with something she couldn't name.
He was possessive. Desperate. Worshipping.
And then he did it.
He looked her in the eyes.
It was a mistake.
Because in that moment, everything changed.
This wasn't a transaction anymore. It was two people breaking. Needing. Becoming something they couldn't undo.
He didn't look away when she climaxed again, crying out his name in a voice that barely sounded like hers.
He held her through it, his fingers threaded through hers, his body shaking as he spilled into her with a ragged curse.
After
He didn't leave.
Didn't roll away or retreat to the bathroom like she expected.
Instead, he gathered her into his arms, her head against his bare chest, the sound of his heart echoing through her.
His fingers traced her spine slowly.
Like a man memorizing a map.
"I thought…" she whispered, not sure how to finish the sentence.
He tilted her chin up.
"You thought I'd use you and walk away," he said, reading her easily.
Eva blinked. "Isn't that what this was?"
Enzo stared at her for a long, long time.
Then he whispered
"One night isn't enough."