I must have gone insane. I have been watching Eve all day, never having enough of her swaying her steps around the tables, rolling her round curves in just the perfect places, her smile shining stronger than the beach sun.

I have watched her that long today that my mind plays tricks on me, and I hear voices.

Her voice is resounding in my head, calling my name. Either I'm growing old as fuck or...

I hear my name again, louder this time and clearer, her voice sounding pitched and tinted with sobs.

Hearing steps behind me I snap my head towards the kitchen's entrance just to see her there, standing and staring at me with glazed eyes, tears forming and rolling down her cheeks, mouth open inhaling deeply, chest raising and lowering, fighting for air like she just crossed the finished line on a marathon.

"Eve..." I mumble, afraid that it's just my imagination and if I move she'll disappear.

I can't fight the urge to see her closer, to smell her, and once I turn around, I leap fast to the place she stands frozen, wheezing, trying a shy smile even though tears are streaming out of her eyes.

"Eve, amore..." I run to where she's rooted in her spot. (Love).

"God, I've missed you. I've missed you so much, Eve..." I tell her, and I squeeze her so tight that she exhales almost all the air in her lungs.

I cross my arms over her back lifting her and crushing her to my chest, fisting a full hand of her soft curls while she becomes a sobbing mess, arms curled around my neck and lips, washed in tears, brushing my earlobe, asking me for forgiveness.

I push her a little far from my chest because I want to see her face, I have to see those gorgeous green eyes and her sensual mouth with plump lips just perfect to kiss and bite but her knees buckle under the weight of her body and I have to grab her and lift her in my arms, walking to the living room sofa where I sit and place her on my lap.

The air around us becomes stiff and too heavy to breathe and I feel sucked into a bubble where just the two of us exist while the outside world stops existing together with the time that seems frozen.

Staring at her beautiful face, my blood rushes to my head, boiling in need, and my already erected manhood twitches at the contact with her butt.

I hiss at its delight.

"Let me see you, amore," I demand, pushing her angelic black curls away from her face and cupping her cheeks with my palms. (Love).

I kiss her.

I kiss her with such thirst and longing that I've almost sucked blood from her lips. I have no idea how tough or gentle I am, I don't even give a fuck, I need to feel her, I need to taste her, I need to be sure this is my girl in my arms and not some sick imagination.

If only I haven't smoked that shitty joint if only I haven't drunk like a pirate probably now I would be totally sure she's here, that she's really in my arms.

My lips slide slowly along her jaws and then I kiss her neck, her face still scooped in my palms.

I feel her pushing her head further into my right hand, placing a kiss on my palm and that is the moment I snap, nerves of arousal tickling in the place she has kissed and sending jolts under my skin throughout all the hidden corners of my body.

Out of control and electrified by the wet, velvet touch of her lips, I push her gently onto the sofa, laying her on her back, pinning her with the weight of my body and I groan in her ear while I brush my fingers along her folds through the fabric of her panties.

She moans sensually, rounding her lips in a perfect "O" and that only turns me on to the level of shaking between her parted thighs.

"Now tell me, girl, how much did you miss me fucking you?" I ask her feeling to spit all the dirty fucks, seeing her face red and blushed with arousal, making me remove my pants and boxers once I find her panties soaked already.

"Make love to me..." she asks while I stop and wait for her reply. 

I don't give her the time to change her mind, her moans and heavy breaths are enough for me.

Grabbing my shaft with my right hand, squeezed between her welcoming tights, I place the tip of my girth between her folds and push myself in, slow but deep, feeling my veins rubbed against her tight walls, escaping a carnal groan when trapped inside, her cores swallowing me in a hot grip.

The flesh shivers on my bones, keeping myself still inside of her, feeling her folds around the base of my manhood, pressing my lips in yet another deep kiss, her lips parting instantly, welcoming my tongue and rolling against each other, dancing together like swans mating.

I pin the weight of my body on my left elbow and move at a slow pace but in constant friction, in and out, feeling as if I've returned home, I've come back to my forever, I rule the world because Eve is my entire world.

I dip my nose in the nook of her neck, kissing and nibbling her sensitive skin, cupping her breast with one of my hands and rubbing it in circles, making her back arch and push stronger against my palm.

Looking down to where my manhood rises and then sinks in the depth of her cores, each time my tip hits her cervix, I earn sharp yelps from her throat and she squirms her body under my own.

I rest inside of her, peeling her dresser over her head, and she bores her eyes into mine, almost in question.

"You're beautiful... Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," I tell her.

After missing her so damn much, I tell her that because feel she needs to know, but mostly because I strongly believe she's the goddess of beauty, and I... I hardly deserve her.

She cups my face in her tiny hands and pulls me down in a kiss, a wet, soft kiss making my shaft twitch inside of her and I press that kiss deeper while her palms slide down my back, cupping my bare butt and squeezing, digging her nails into my flesh.

"Make me come..." she breathes in my mouth, and I push myself deeper, coming out, going in, speeding my pace while my lips are biting her nipples, pushing myself deeper until I melt in fast thrusts, deep, and deeper, hitting her cervix and my balls slapping her butt.

"Oh, God..." she moans, rolling her eyes to the back of her head, gripping me in her tight cores, and almost shredding the flesh of my shoulders with her nails.

I know she's close, the muscles of her inner thighs stiffening, her cores gasping around me while my own release is seconds away.

"Eve, come with me, baby..." I tell her in a deep, hoarse voice, rushing up to let her know I can't hold it anymore because I want us to become one.

I want a child with this woman, fuck, I want a full kinder garden with this woman because the way she looks around Emillia is the most beautiful view I've ever seen in a woman.

She looks genuine, a real mother, better than Emillia's own mother has ever looked.

"Enzo, I'm..." she attempts to say but words drown in sobs that I swallow in a kiss, her body jerking and arms curling around my neck, moaning deeply, welcoming her climax with an open mouth and a blocked breath in the chest while her cores squeeze me like a fist, milking me away, making me spit my seeds and fill her up.

That moment right there feels like my absolute retribution for all the agony I've passed through while being away from her and it's been proven again, if it's even still necessary, that this woman is borne to be my only half.

I crash next to her without leaving her core. I don't want to get out yet, I don't want any drop of my seeds to go waisted, I want each and every alive swimmer to get into the proper egg and procreate.

I want this woman bound to me forever.

She turns her head to her right and claims my lips, breathing heavily, brushing her fingers on my right cheek, and staring into my eyes.

"I'm so sorry I've left," she speaks softly, sounding like a song, rolling on her right side to face me and gluing her breasts to my chest making me whimper in disappointment when my sloppy shaft leaves her cores with a pop.

I pull her closer to me, landing one of my palms flat on her smaller back and pressing her womb to my lower stomach, feeling her breathing hastily.

"I don't know if you are that sorry, but I know for sure you've broken my heart, Eve," I say, and she lowers her eyes shyly, in guilt. "And I will never allow it again," I continue in a deep voice that I know she feels the determination in it.

Now, I know she wants to look tough and man up whenever she feels overwhelmed but at the same time she's the sweetest woman I know, her pure heart always beats first before her mind thinks and she knows when to pull back when she is wrong, or she is selfish, and I need to protect her. It's my selfish need to know I own her.

It's not my intention to embarrass her, I would never.

I only want her to know that next time when she thinks to play the runaway princess she won't have the same freedom as she has had this time.

"And I surely killed one or two because of you," I continue in a joke, softening my tone.

She smiles broadly and pinches my arm.

"No, you didn't," she says, and I laugh at her innocence.

"No, I didn't," I reply, pulling her on top of me and pressing her cheek on my chest while she works on the buttons of my shirt, opening them, one by one, squeezing her hand under the fabric, feeling the bare skin with her palm.

"But that doesn't mean I won't, amore. That Jason kid seems decent but if he rumors around you without my consent from now on..." I continue. (Love).

Fuck, that felt good. He's really pissing me off being always around my Eve.

I feel her freezing for a moment and I grab her hand with mine, planting a kiss on her forehead and another one in the middle of her palm to ease her anxiety.

What the fuck does she expect from a Don?

"Enzo..." she mumbles.

"Yes, love," I reply.

"He has been a tremendous help for me, you know," she speaks, trying to defend the kid.

"I know, baby. That's why he is still alive," I reply.

"Does this mean you are not upset with me?" she asks, and I'm debating whether I should be.

"Of course, I am, Eve. I'm upset because you haven't trusted me. I'm upset because I haven't been smart enough to tell you everything about me and your mom. I'm upset because I've allowed you to stay away for too long. I'm upset because I've stayed away until now. There are many things I am upset about, but right now... I can't... I won't think of any of that right now," I say tightening the grip around her shoulders and lifting her to level her lips to mine.

"What do you think if we get to your place? Feli will arrive home soon," I tell her, and she snaps up, pushing herself with one hand propped on my chest, gauging her eyes to me, having one meeting point between our bodies which is somewhere around our pelvises.

Fuck, she's turning me on!

"You know I have a new place?" she asks joyfully.

"Nope, I didn't. Just a lucky guess," I reply, lying, of course.

"Come on, you'll love it," she says and stands up while I'm already pulling up my pants and fixing my belt when I see her grabbing her panties and getting ready to put them on.

I will be damn if my girl will ever wear panties when I'm around!

So, I fetch it out of her hands, leaving her in shock while staring at me.

I walk slowly, impossibly close to her, shoving her panties in the pocket of my pants and bending deeply to reach her parted lips.

"You won't need this for a while," I breathe in her mouth, and I feel her sighing weakly at my deep, hoarse voice. "You have a lot of catching up to do, young lady," I continue, squeezing my right hand under her dress and teasing lightly her thigh, going up until I feel her folds with the tips of my fingers.

"Why me?" she breathes.

"Because it wasn't me running away, was it, amore?" I reply, grabbing her butt with both of my hands, lifting her as she curls her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, glued to me, head leaned against my shoulder while I walk to the door, exiting the house and getting into my car.

I feel complete. This heavy stone on my chest I have been constantly carrying around is finally off, and instead of it, I have now my girl, my entire world, hung on my neck and circled on my waist.

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