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.When he’s gone, I’ll feel terrible.but I’ll want more.Right now in this moment, with him so close, I’m not sorry.Living in the shadow of illicit lust, I submit to my desire for him.I don’t hold back, and neither does he.I should be quiet, but I’m not.I should know better, but instead, I beg him for more.I sit on the edge of the oak desk and face him.Piles of papers that were valuable to someone are now soaked in my sweat.The evidence of what we’ve done is all over me.I’m tired of hiding and being afraid.Sick of the guilt, I want to leave clues.I want Enzo to leave his mark.This man who calls to my soul.My equal.My love.Although I can barely see him in the dim light, I hear his fast and even breaths.When we hide like this, together in secret, he always keeps his voice down.His skillful movements are muffled from practice.He goes hard and deep.Steady, with his eyes locked on mine, the physical exertion it takes for him to remain restrained takes its toll, and a drop of his sweat threatens to fall from his whisker-covered chin.I move closer and lick it off.He rolls his lips and tongue against mine, and I savor the way he tastes.We only have a few more minutes and he knows it.He moans and glides his hands over me, making memories.“I’ll think about you tonight, when I’m alone.I’ll think about this,” he whispers against my lips in his gritty voice, and his rough fingertips tickle my ribs as they slide over my skin.The desk rattles as he becomes more forceful with my body.It’s a dangerous sound, but I’m so close and he’s so close.our need for release overtakes our need to conceal this tryst.We only have this brief time to make our forbidden dreams of each other come true.I place the palm of one hand on the desk and the other around his neck in an effort to lift myself up, to try to stay quiet, and to help him go as deep as he can.“Don’t stop.”His eyes flash to mine.“Don’t stop.Please.”He closes his eyes.“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His words match the speed of his thrusts and his usual effort to be gentle is gone.The desk bangs into the wall and his body slams against mine.His lips are at my ear.“Cari, say it.”“I love you.”“Again.” He pulls me into him, pins my body to his.I wrap my legs around his waist and say the words we both love to hear.“Enzo, I love you.”It’s electric when we’re together like this.Everything I have to hold back and hold in is forgotten as he pulses against my burning, aching body.My flesh vibrates against his stuttering movements, and he braces himself by grabbing my hair.I feel his huge hands and fingers brush against my tingling scalp.The shivering sensation contrasts with the burn I feel as he invades my innermost places.The way he handles me is so sexy, and I can’t help but put words to what my body is screaming.“Yes, yes, yes.”My eyes cloud over, and my whole being shakes.Waves of heat and chills flash over me.In this moment, nothing else matters.I’m evil, and he’s evil and neither of us care.It’s flesh and heat and sweet release.This is how it should always be.Nothing else matters.He slows but doesn’t stop, letting his pleasure roll through him and savoring it like a last meal.These stolen moments are what we both live for now.Our black-and-white lives are streaked with these rare bursts of color.The volume has been turned down on everything else.We can’t predict when we’ll be able to do this again.His thumb brushes my cheek and I want to say something, but I have no words for what I feel.Then there’s a noise—an intrusive, startling sound that shouldn’t be there.“Carina? Is that you? Why is this door locked? What are you doing?” The familiar booming voice on the other side of the thick door is like thunder, and I shudder.In Enzo’s eyes, I see the inevitable terror I expected, but I also see glimmer of relief, and that, I did not expect.I’m frozen.Even though we both knew this day would come, we have no idea what to do.We have met our fate.There’s no way to escape.There’s no choice but to face him.A man that I fear.My fiancé.Stefan.Enzo sets me down.“Carina? I know I heard your voice.What’s going on in there? Open this fucking door!”I’ve heard that voice before.He’s enraged, and there’s nowhere for us to hide.This is it.I’m half-dressed when Enzo flings open the door, and the pale light from the candle is enough to illuminate this scene for Stefan.The disgust and horror I see on his face makes me tremble.He’s stunned.He looks at a shirtless Enzo then at me and back again.He says nothing but turns away, and I know where he’s headed.He’s going to get his gun
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