Bound To My Mafia Stepuncles novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164

Enzo – First Person POV

I didn’t say a word when I carried her upstairs.

I just needed her close. After everything that happened, after that bastard had his hands on her, after she had to pull the trigger herself… I needed to remind her that she was safe. That she was mine.

She didn’t fight it. She just held onto my shoulders and buried her face in my neck as I walked us to my room.

I kicked the door shut behind me and set her down gently on the bed.

The lights were low. The room was quiet. Just the sound of her breathing, a little shaky, a little tired. I watched her sit there for a moment, her hands in her lap, her hair falling around her face. Her eyes met mine for just a second before looking away again.

She looked so small in my shirt. So damn beautiful. I didn’t even think twice—I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Her eyes flicked back up to me.

I didn’t rush. I sat next to her and reached for the hem of her shirt, brushing my fingers along her sides. “Okay?” I asked.

She nodded slowly.

I pulled the shirt off her carefully. My eyes stayed on hers the whole time. No surprises. No pressure. Just her and me.

She didn’t look away this time.

I stared at her like I was memorizing every inch. Not just her body, but everything–her eyes, the little wrinkle between her brows, the way her lips trembled when she breathed in too deep.

I leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t rough. It was deep. Full. The kind of kiss that says more than words ever could. My hands rested on her waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles on her skin.

I moved slowly, making sure she felt everything. My hands rán over her body with care, starting at her shoulders and down her arms, across her ribs, her stomach, her hips. I didn’t grab or squeeze. I used my palms, dragging them gently over her skin like I was trying to memorize every inch. I bent my head and kissed her collarbone, then her shoulder, then lower. Each kiss was firm and focused, not rushed or sloppy, I kissed the side of her neck, just under her jaw, then her chest, moving lower with each breath she took. She was warm under my hands, soft, and I could feel how hard her heart was beating. I didn’t speak much. I just watched her. Her eyes stayed on me, her breathing uneven, her fingers twitching beside her like she didn’t know where to put them. I kept going, dragging my mouth and my hands slowly across her like I had all the time in the world. I kissed along her side, her ribs, the curve of her waist. I didn’t skip any part of her. I touched and kissed every spot i could reach, not because I had to but because I wanted to. I wanted her to feel cared for, seen, wanted. I didn’t want her thinking about anything else just this, just me, just the way I was touching her. I didn’t stop until she started moving closer on her own, until she was arching a little under me, her eyes heavy, her lips parted. And even then, I didn’t rush. I stayed slow, steady, letting her feel how much I wanted her by how carefully I touched her.

I took my time with her. I didn’t rush a single touch. My hands moved over her slowly, sliding across her waist, her hips, the dip of her back. I kissed her skin as I went, one spot at a time, watching how her breath caught with each one. She was soft and warm, and every reaction she gave me made me want to keep going. I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I just wanted her to feel good, to know she was safe, wanted, and mine.

I pulled her closer, and she came easily. Like she wanted to disappear into me.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered against her lips. “I’ve always got you.”

Chapter 164

Her hands found my shoulders. Slid down my chest. There was nothing careful about her touch. It was soft, but full of need. I could feel it in the way her fingers trembled, like she was holding on to something real in a world that hadn’t been.

1 kissed her again, this time slower.

1 moved down to her jaw. Her neck. Her shoulder. I kissed every spot like I was making a promise. That she was safe. That she was wanted. That she wasn’t alone.

Her skin was warm under my lips. Soft. She sighed quietly, leaning into every touch.

I laid her back gently, my hand behind her head. I hovered above her, my lips brushing her collarbone, then lower, across her ribs, her stomach. Her body moved with mine like she trusted me.

And I didn’t–take that lightly.

I stayed slow. Focused. I wasn’t here to rush her into anything. I was here to show her. She was still in control. Still powerful. Still wanted.

She whispered my name once, barely a breath, but it sent something through me I couldn’t explain.

I came back up and kissed her mouth again, holding her close. Her legs curled against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck.

Everything about this moment felt full. Heavy. But not in a bad way.

It was honest.

I slid beside her and pulled her into my chest. She fit perfectly there. Like she belonged.

Her breathing was slower now. Calmer. I kissed her forehead and kept my arms tight around her. She rested her hand on my chest, right over my heart.

We didn’t speak.

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