Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 36

l breathless. Still feral. Still not done.)

She should’ve been tired.

Should’ve collapsed sideways into that stupid expensive mattress and passed out face–first like a normal person.

But no.

Her body buzzed. Every nerve still tingling. Her thighs ached in the best way. Her lips were swollen. Her heart was wrecked.

And Enzo?

He was lying flat on his back, chest rising slow and heavy, hands still clenched in the sheets like he hadn’t recovered yet.

I am going to be sore all over tomorrow.

She liked him like this. Quiet. Open. Unraveled.

But she wasn’t done.

“Come on,” she whispered, brushing her fingers down his stomach. “Shower.”

He groaned like the thought of standing up was physically offensive.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

Lola smirked, sliding off the bed, still naked, still dripping.

“You’ll live, probably.”

He followed. Of course he did.

The shower was big enough for five people, but she pulled him close, kept him in her space–pressed against the tile with steam wrapping around them like silk.

Warm water hit her back. His hands found her hips. But this time, she didn’t let him lead.

She pushed him against the wall.

Enzo blinked down at her, surprised.

“Your turn,” she murmured, standing on her toes, mouth ghosting over his jaw.

His brow ticked up. “You gonna take care of me, tesoro (darling)?”

She smiled against his skin. “Better. I’m gonna make you mine.”

And before he could say another word, she sank to her knees.

He let out a soft curse, one hand bracing on the tile above him, the other tangled in her hair.

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Chapter 36

She didn’t tease.

Didn’t drag it out.

Didn’t need to.

Her mouth wrapped around him, slow and sure–taking him deep, sucking hard. He was already half–hard, sensitive from what they’d just done, but growing

fast.

“Fuck, Lola,” he groaned, his head dropping back. “Fuck–you’re gonna ruin me.”

That’s the plan. You’ll never be able to go back after I’m done with you.

She used her hands to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach.

Used her tongue like a weapon.

Felt him twitch and pulse and fight it.

But she didn’t stop..

Didn’t let him.

And just as he started to lose rhythm, just as his abs tightened and his thighs flexed-

Not gentle. Not delicate.

Right at the base of his neck. Just above his collarbone. A mark no shirt could fully hide.

Then she dropped one hand between them and stroked him once. Tight. Hot. Wet from the water and her palm.

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