The Perfect Sin

34 

𝗟 𝗨 𝗟 𝗔

My brain isn't corresponding with what's happening. It's like it can't keep up with reality. My head is spinning, my mind racing with dozens of thoughts at once.

All of them about Renzo.

His lips are so plump and soft against mine, a perfect mixture with the rough stubble around his jaw, scratching against my skin.

I can barely breathe, my heart thudding in my chest and my legs almost giving out from underneath me. This is actually happening. It's actually happening again.

Renzo is kissing me and it's not a dream. It's real. And it's happening, right now.

Without any warning and without tearing his lips from mine, he picks me up and wraps my legs around him, walking me over to the dresser and placing me on top of it.

"Don't cry." He murmurs against my lips. "I don't want to be the reason behind those tears."

A sob almost wedges itself in the back of my throat but I somehow manage to wish it away. His large tattooed hands come up to cup either side of my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones.

I tug on his dress shirt, not sure where to put my hands. He told me not to touch him, so should I just keep them to myself?

He pulls away breathless, not giving me a chance to react when he dips down to my neck and presses kisses along my jaw, to my earlobe and then down my throat.

My head tips back against the wall subconsciously and a small whimper leaves my lips. I close my eyes, allowing him to continue kissing me. Whatever this rush is that I'm feeling, this high that I'm on, I don't want to come down from it just yet.

His teeth graze against the skin on my neck and I suck in a sharp breath. He moves his head back and rests his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy as he closes his eyes momentarily.

Both our shoulders are rising and falling at unsteady paces, neither of us able to control our breathing just yet. His hand moves around to my mouth and his thumb tugs on my bottom lip, his eyes focused on it as he pulls and releases it harshly.

"Renzo I—" I don't get to say much else because he leans toward and captures his lips with mine again. He kisses me like he's hungry, feral and can't get enough.

"Merda. Non posso fermarmi." He breathes against my lips as he kisses my bottom lip, then the tip of my nose, allowing me to catch a breath.
[translation: shit. I can't stop]

Although he doesn't give me long before he's on me again, pushing himself against me as his kiss grow more forceful and desperate.

My mind is a complete explosion, experiencing some sort of outer body episode. I've never felt so lost yet so comfortable at the same time. Every brush of his lips against mine is almost agonisingly perfect.

I want more. I need more. I just can't get enough.

He groans against my mouth, his hand gripping me so tightly like he's afraid I'm going to disappear. Like this moment is going to be over too soon and we'll both have to face reality.

Without thinking, I reach up and brush my fingers against his jaw. The dark stubble rough against my fingers as I move my hand further up and into his ebony hair.