Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 215

Lola arched beneath him, the belt biting lightly against her skin as she tested the restraint. It wasn’t fear. It was the thrill of being seen, completely, dangerously seen. Every slow roll of his hips pressed her deeper into the floor, stealing thought, leaving only sensation.

He whispered her name between kisses, voice wrecked and reverent, like a prayer he didn’t believe in but couldn’t stop saying. She answered with sound instead of words, half–laugh, half–plea, every breath tangling with his.

The world narrowed to skin and pulse and the rasp of his breath in her ear. The pace shifted, sometimes slow enough to hurt, sometimes fierce enough to make her gasp his name like confession. She pulled against the belt again, not to escape but to feel the pull, the weight, the surrender she trusted only him with.

When he finally loosened the leather and freed her wrists, she didn’t move. Couldn’t. He kissed the faint red lines there, each one a silent apology, a promise, a brand of its own.

Her voice was gone to whispers, her body trembling, their heartbeats syncing until there was no telling whose was whose.

He rested his forehead against hers, still catching breath. “You drive me insane,” he murmured, lips brushing her skin.

Lola smiled, eyes heavy, voice frayed but sure. “Then we’re even.”

They hadn’t made it far, just the living room, the floor half–wrecked from their chaos.

The belt still dangled from his hand, her hair a wild halo across the rug.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

It was enough just to hear her laugh again.

Really laugh.

Enzo leaned over her, chest still heaving, a grin fighting its way through exhaustion.

“Christ, gattina [kitten]… look at you.”

Lola tilted her head, eyes bright and wicked. “What? A masterpiece?”

He shook his head, smiling as he brushed his thumb along her jaw. “Yes, but also alive. That’s the word I was looking for.”

Her teasing softened at that. The grin faltered into something smaller, truer. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Feels like it.”

He kissed her temple, lingering there until her breath evened out against his throat.

“Don’t do that to me again,” he murmured. “One of these days this old man’s heart is gonna quit.”

She laughed quietly, the sound vibrating against his skin. “Old man, huh? You sure didn’t move like one.”

He smiled against her hair. “Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m fine, Enzo.”

“I know.” He exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “That’s what scares me. You keep walking into the Ere like it can’t touch you.”

“Maybe it can’t.”

He looked at her–really looked–and his voice dropped lower, tougher. “Maybe. But I feel it every damn time you do.”

That stole the words right out of her throat. The fight in her eyes flickered, then softened.

“I don’t want you worrying,” she murmured.

He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Not worrying about you isn’t an option. You’re it for me, gattina. That means I burn when you

do.”

Something in her chest eased at that–warm, fierce, a little undone.

“Then try not to let it kill you,” she whispered.

He brushed his thumb along her jaw, gaze softening. “Can’t promise that,” he said, voice low. “But I can promise I’ll always come back for you.”

Her smile came slow, tired but real. “You better.”

“I always do.” He leaned in, kissed her forehead, and added with a small grin, “Impossible woman, you make life interesting in all the wrong ways.”

She laughed quietly, the sound curling between them like smoke. “And you love me for it.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, forehead resting against hers. “I really do.”

She smiled again–tired, gorgeous, real.

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