บท 18: The love making

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more.

With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more.

He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it—the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience.

Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited.