A Night Alone
Nina
I planned to talk to my father the next day, when I was feeling better. But for
now, it was late and I needed to rest.
Once my father left, Enzo relaxed beside me. He seemed a bit territorial after
everything that had happened, and I didn’t blame him. But at the same time, it
made me wonder if he had been sleeping at all since I went into my miniature
coma or if he had been sitting up by my bedside the entire time.
“When was the last time you slept?” I asked, looking deeply into his brown
eyes, which came alive with the fire that was flickering in the fireplace.
Enzo shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, standing. “You hungry? I can
get you something to eat.”
I shook my head. “You need to rest, too, you know,” I insisted. I pulled the
covers back beside me and patted the bed. “Sleep with me.”
For a few moments, Enzo just stood there and looked at the bed. I could tell
from the dark circles under his eyes that he was indeed tired, but at the same
time he was fighting it. “Look,” I said gently, “it’s over. You don’t need to worry
anymore.”
Enzo shook his head solemnly. “It’s never over,” he whispered. He was talking
about Lewis; I was sure of it. Lewis was still out there, along with the
Crescents. Sure, their leader — the Luna, I assumed — had been killed and
the genetically engineered rogues that she sent for them died along with her,
leaving their forces diminished. But at the same time, until all of them were
accounted for and true peace was accomplished, it would always be
dangerous.
“We’re safe here, though,” I whispered. I patted the bed again. Finally, with a
sigh, Enzo nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. I watched as he pulled off
his boots, then began to lift his shirt off over his head. Before he could do it
himself, however, I quickly sat up on my knees behind him and helped him
remove it.
As I did, I let my hands run along his skin, feeling his muscles.
There were still faint scars on his back from Edward’s beatings, and I ran my
fingertips over them, feeling all of the bumps and lines. Enzo didn’t seem
bothered by this, and actually relaxed slightly under my touch.
I leaned forward and began to kiss along Enzo’s neck as I reached around
and unbuttoned his pants. His breaths became heavy as my lips trailed down
his neck and over his shoulder. He stood, letting out a soft sigh, and pulled off
his jeans. With a smile, I laid back on the bed and held my arms out for him,
spreading my legs. Even though Enzo’s face looked drawn and weary, he still
managed a slight smile as he climbed onto the bed and laid on top of me,
pulling the blankets up over us.
For several minutes, I held him on top of me with his head on my chest as I
ran my fingers through his hair. His breathing became slow and steady, and his
fingers trailed absentmindedly up and down my thigh, causing shivers to run
down my spine.
“I have to ask,” I whispered, unable to contain my curiosity, “at the battle, did
anyone…”
Enzo knew what I was going to ask: if anyone had died, aside from the Luna
and her rogues. Enzo grunted slightly and shook his head, causing me to let
out a massive sigh of relief.
“Thankfully, no,” he responded. “Quite a few injuries, but they’ll all live. Jessica
used her medical skills to help people after the battle, at least until they could
get home to the infirmary.”
His words made me smile. I imagined Jessica running around and helping
people; I knew how much she hated blood despite being a pre-med student,
and it must have been hard for her, especially after being in the Luna’s
clutches.
The more I thought about it, though, the more that my smile
eventually faded. I could only imagine the horrors that the Luna put my friends
through when she kidnapped them. I hoped that it wasn’t too bad. Lori and
Jessica had seemed physically fine when I saw them, but the Luna’s style of
inflicting torture was through an invisible sort of pain. Maybe the scars that she
left couldn’t be seen on the outside.
“Don’t think too much about it right now,” Enzo said, almost as though he read
my mind. “Everyone is okay.” He looked up at me then and reached up to
brush a strand of hair out of my eyes. As he did, I suddenly felt tears
beginning to well up; tears over the battle, my sister, my friends, everything…
I tried to blink them away quickly, but Enzo saw them.
Without a word, he kissed me gently. His lips were soft and sweet, and eased
my pain like medicine. When we finally pulled away, my tears had dissipated
and were replaced by pure love and lust.
Neither of us needed to speak. Enzo reached down beneath the covers and
pulled aside my panties. Our eyes stayed locked unwaveringly as he spit into
his hand and then rubbed it along his shaft beneath the blankets. When he
pushed it into me, our eyes stayed locked on each other. A quiet gasp
escaped my lips, which Enzo quieted with another deep kiss as he began to
move inside of me.
The air in the room became thick with our breaths. I wrapped my arms around
him and gently raked my nails across his back, causing him to sigh heavily and
shut his eyes. Below the covers, I could feel the sensation of him moving
slowly and gently back and forth, his groin rubbing on my clit as I twisted my
hips against him.
Both of us stayed as quiet as two mice. We knew that there was a guard
posted not far from our door, and this old mansion was dead silent with high,
arching ceilings that would throw our echoes through the walls. The only
sounds in our room were the deep and heavy breathing between us, the
rustling of the covers, and the crackling of the fire.
“I love you,” Enzo whispered gently into my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe,
sending a shiver down my spine that made me arch my back out of pleasure.
As I did, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer, then sat up on
his knees and brought me with him so that the blankets fell down around us.
We sat up together, moving in unison as I bit into his neck to stifle my moans.
That night, our limbs became tangled together as our worries eased.
Everything else fell away, leaving nothing but the two of us, finally making love
now that everything was over.
For the first time ever, I felt as though I could fully relax into Enzo.
There was no one else getting between us, no unrequited
feelings, no mortal enemies or physical pain. Just us.
And from then on, no matter what the future held, I knew that it would always
come back to just us.
