Enzo's POV
He lowered himself between my legs with such slow, deliberate confidence that it sent a tremor down my spine. His eyes never left mine dark, intent, unreadable. It was as though he was watching for every twitch of emotion, every flicker of hesitation I tried to hide. His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants and briefs. In one smooth motion, he pulled them down and off, baring me completely before him.
The air hit my skin with a sharp chill that made me acutely aware of just how exposed I was. Vulnerability crept in fast, coiling in my chest. My hands moved on instinct, trying to shield myself, to create some barrier between me and the way he was looking at me as if he could see everything, strip me down to the soul. But he caught my wrists with ease and pinned them above my head against the mattress. The pressure was firm, not painful, but inescapable. My heart was thudding so hard it made my breath catch.
