Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

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Ingo camed her like he owned her like he’d never let her touch the ground again. Lola clong to him, half shocked, hatt drunk gravity in his eyes. He laid her down, peeled the towel away, and for a second just looked. Live he was trying to meninalize every fract every curve, every piece of her that had already wrecked him.

Then he broke.

His mouth crashed over hers, hands on her thighs, dragging her open as he pressed in, hard and desperate. The sound she made breathless, clinging–lit him on fire.

She wrapped around him, nails digging, breath catching with every thrust that slammed her deeper into the mattress. He was everywhere consuming, relentless, tearing her apart and stitching her back together with every kiss, every growl against her throat.

It was over too soon–her body shaking, his breaking, both of them lost in the same wave. She screamed his name, he buried his face in her neck, and they shattered together–loud, raw, undone.

Silence followed, broken only by the ragged drag of their breathing. Enzo stayed buried deep inside her, trembling against her skin, forehead pressed to hers like if he let go, she might vanish.

Lola’s voice came out soft–almost a laugh, almost a sob. “I love you.”

No slip this time. No panic. Just truth.

Enzo froze, breath catching like the words cut him open–and then stitched him whole in the same beat. He pulled back, eyes locked on hers, darker than she’d ever seen but glinting with something fierce, something eternal.

“Christ, dolcezza…” His thumb brushed her jaw, shaking with restraint. “You have no idea. I’ve been drowning in you since the second 1 saw you. Every night. Every fucking day. And now-” He swallowed hard, voice breaking. “Now I don’t ever want to come up for air.”

Her chest squeezed so tight she thought she’d burst. She laughed, wet and shaky, pressing her forehead back to his. “Guess we’re both fucked then.”

Enzo’s smile was slow, dangerous, unbearably tender. He kissed her again, softer this time–like he was tasting the promise behind her words: When he pulled back, his hand slid up, curling around her throat–not choking, not restraining, just holding. Claiming.

“You love me,” he said, voice rough silk, meant only for her. His eyes burned into hers, fierce and unyielding. “Good. Because I love you, too. And that means you’re mine, dolcezza. Not just your body–your laugh, your fire, every thought, every breath. All of it. All of you.”

Her lips parted, trembling against his. He kissed her again, sealing it. A vow. A brand. A promise.

Enzo’s thumb traced her jaw, slow and reverent, his voice dropping like a secret meant for her alone.

“It should’ve driven me mad,” he murmured. “Them holding you. Touching you. Lifting you up like you belonged to them.” His lips brushed her cheek, hot with restraint. “But it didn’t. You know why?”

Her breath hitched.

“Because I saw it,” he went on, pulling her tighter against him. “Even when they had you on their shoulders, laughing, sparking, you were still reaching for me. Every smile, every fire–it circled back here. To us.”

He leaned back just enough to look at her, brow furrowed. “For what?”

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