Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

V incenzo

The adrenaline from the battle was wearing off, leaving behind a dull ache that spread through my entire body. The ride back home was quiet, the roar of the engines a comforting hum that masked the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind. I glanced at Jenna, her face pale and drawn, but her eyes were still bright with fierce determination. She was strong, stronger than I had ever realized.

When we finally arrived, I helped her off the bike, my hands lingering on her waist.

"Let's get you inside," I said softly, guiding her toward the door.

I led her to the living room, gently easing her down onto the couch. The soft lighting cast warm shadows across her face, highlighting the smudges of dirt and blood. My heart ached at the sight.

"Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling in front of her.

She nodded, but I could see the exhaustion in her eyes.

"Just a bit bruised and battered. Nothing too serious," she whispered.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my hands as I reached for her, tracing my fingers across her cheek, and pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

She was so fucking beautiful.

"Let me take a look," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "I need to make sure you're alright."

I began to carefully inspect her injuries, my fingers grazing over her skin with the utmost care. When I lifted her shirt, I found a nasty bruise on her ribs and a few cuts on her arms and legs. Each mark felt like a personal failure, a reminder that I hadn't protected her well enough.

I was glad that Ricci and his men were dead.

"These don't look too bad," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. "But we need to clean them up."

I stood and retrieved a first aid kit from the bathroom, my mind racing with worry. When I returned, Jenna was watching me, her eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. I sat beside her, the couch dipping under our combined weight.

"This might sting a bit," I said, dabbing antiseptic on a cotton ball.

She winced as I gently cleaned her cuts, but she didn't pull away.

"I've had worse," she said, trying to smile through the pain.

I couldn't help but smile in return. "You're tougher than you look," I teased, my voice soft.

"And you're not as scary as you pretend to be," she said, her smile growing and reaching her eyes.

"I guess we both have our talents," I chuckled, shaking my head.

As I finished bandaging her cuts, she reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm.

"What about you? You're hurt too," she whispered.

"I'm fine," I lied, not wanting her to worry.

She gave me a pointed look.

"Let me see," she demanded adorably.

"Alright," I conceded, pulling off my shirt to reveal the bruises and cuts from the fight. Jenna's eyes widened, and she reached out, her touch feather light. My cock twitched and I tried my best to ignore it.

"Vincenzo, you need to take care of yourself too."

Her concern touched me deeply. "I'm okay," I said, though my voice lacked conviction. "Just a few scratches."

"Let me help," she insisted, taking the antiseptic from my hand.

I nodded, allowing her to clean my wounds. Her touch was gentle, each movement filled with care. As she worked, I found myself relaxing, the tension slowly easing from my body as I finally accepted that we were both alright.

"Thank you," I murmured, my eyes locking onto hers.

"We take care of each other," she said, smiling softly.

For a moment, we just sat there, the world outside forgotten. Her eyes bored back into mine and I took a deep breath, realizing that the worst was over. My Jenna was safe, and Ricci was dead. He'd never bother us again.

"Jenna," I said softly, breaking the silence. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes curious and attentive.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "I've spent so much of my life trying to protect those I care about. But sometimes, I wonder if I'm doing more harm than good."

She frowned, her hand reaching out to rest on mine. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly, her curious nature shining through.

"I've lost people," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "My wife, Maria. She was my world, and when I lost her, it felt like my heart was ripped out. Since then, I've been so afraid of losing anyone else. It's why I keep people at arm's length. But with you, it's different."

Her grip tightened on my hand. "I'm so sorry, Vincenzo. I can't imagine how hard that must have been."

"It was," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "But meeting you has made me realize something. I can't keep living in fear. I need to let people in, to trust that I can protect them without losing myself in the process."

"You're not alone, Vincenzo. I'm here, and I want to be here with you," she murmured, moving closer to me and I sucked in a deep breath. Her words hit me like a tidal wave, washing away the doubts and fears that had plagued me for so long.

"Thank you, Jenna," I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude and affection.

She smiled, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

"We'll get through this together," she whispered.

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to fall.

"I love you, Jenna," I said, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating.

Her breath hitched, and she looked at me with such intensity that it took my breath away.

"I love you too, Vincenzo."

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The kiss deepened, my body pressing against hers as the world outside faded away.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling in the quiet room.

Then, as gently as I could, I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against my chest.

"Vincenzo, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft with surprise.

"Taking care of you," I replied, carrying her up the stairs toward the master bathroom. "We both need a shower."

She smiled, a small, grateful smile that made my heart swell. "You always know what I need."

I set her down gently on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge. I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam began to fill the room.

"Let me help you," I said, my hands moving to her clothes. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, allowing me to undress her. I peeled off her shirt, revealing the bruises and cuts that marred her skin. My heart ached at the sight, but I kept my touch gentle, careful not to cause her any pain.

"We need to take care of each other," she said, her fingers brushing against the bruises on my torso as I took off my own shirt.

I smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"We will. Together," I replied.

I helped her off the counter, guiding her toward the shower. The warm water cascaded over us, washing away the dirt and blood. I watched as the tension slowly melted from her body, her eyes closing as she let out a sigh of relief.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I murmured, my hands gently massaging her shoulders.

She nodded, leaning back against me.

"It does."

I reached for the soap, lathering it between my hands before gently washing her. I moved slowly, methodically, wanting to take care of every inch of her. She did the same for me, her touch tender and caring.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" she asked suddenly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

I smiled, the memory clear in my mind. "Of course I do. You were at Bella's birthday party, trying to avoid all the boys who wanted to play with you."

She blushed, the pink tinting her cheeks even in the warm steam. "I thought you were the most handsome man I'd ever seen. And the scariest."

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "And now?"

"Now," she said, turning to face me, her eyes filled with emotion, "I see the man who saved my life. Now I see the man I love."

Her words hit me like a sucker punch to the gut, filled with a mix of fear, gratitude, and adoration for the beautiful woman standing right there in front of me.

"Jenna," I said softly, my hands cupping her face. "I love you too. More than anything."

She smiled, leaning into my touch. "Then let's promise to always take care of each other. No matter what."

"I promise," I whispered, sealing the vow with a gentle kiss.

Then I pulled away. Reaching for the body wash, I poured some into my hands and began to rub her back, taking my time and washing every speck of dirt and blood off of her. She moaned, the sound sending a bolt of desire through me. My cock twitched, growing hard against her back.

I tried to resist, but then she turned around and leveled me with a look. She cocked her head, her pupils dilated so wide that her irises had almost disappeared. I swallowed hard, allowing my gaze to slither down her body.

Her full breasts were heavy, her nipples stiff with arousal. My gaze dipped lower, taking in her flat stomach and the curve of her hips.

"See something you like?" she asked, her voice husky and teasing.

I groaned, nodding as I reached for her. She came to me willingly, her body pressed against mine. I claimed her mouth, our tongues tangling in a heated kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed her back against the marble tile.

My cock throbbed, desperate to be inside her. She rolled her hips, her pussy slick and hot against my thick length and my hips bucked.

"Jenna," I growled, breaking the kiss.

"Take me, Vincenzo," she breathed, her voice filled with desire.

"I should put you to bed," I groaned as she rocked her hips again, driving me crazy with need. I wanted to slip inside her, feel the viselike grip of her pussy clamping down around my cock.

I didn't want to be gentle.

I wanted to claim her, mark her, and make her mine.

She kissed my neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Don't stop," she murmured, her hands gripping my shoulders.

"You're hurt," I muttered, but my resolve was weakening with every passing second.

"Please," she begged.

My fingers dug into her ass, my control slipping.

I had promised to take care of her.

But right now, the only thing that mattered was giving her what she wanted.

What we both wanted.

I caved.

Our mouths crashed together, the kiss wild and hungry. Our bodies were wet and slick from the water, and her pussy slid against my cock, the sensation making me groan.

I reached between us, lining myself up at her entrance. She was so fucking tight, so fucking wet, and I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock as I slid into her.

"Yes," she cried out, her nails digging into my back.

I started thrusting, my pace quickening as she met me thrust for thrust. The pleasure was intense, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I kissed her, my tongue diving between her lips to tangle with hers.

I devoured her as I fucked her.

My hips pistoned, my cock slamming into her, hitting her sweet spot. Her moans grew louder, her body arching and quivering. She was so close.

So was I.

"Come for me, Jenna," I commanded, my voice strained with desire.

My hips jerked, driving my cock in and out of her pussy and pleasure billowed up from the base of my spine all the way to the tip of my cock.

Her orgasm slammed into her, her body spasming as she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut. Her pussy clamped down on my cock so tight that I feared she might break in half. Her nipples scraped against my chest, and I growled, fucking her through her orgasm, dragging it out second by second until she collapsed in my arms.

I didn't stop.

I fucked her harder, using her body for my own pleasure now that she'd found her own. Her inner walls fluttered around my cock as she met my gaze, her eyes half lidded with her own desire for more.

"Come inside me," she breathed, her eyes locking onto mine.

I slammed my hand against the wall, driving into her with wild abandon, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the air.

I didn't let up. I wouldn't.

"Please, Vincenzo," she begged. "I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cum in my pussy."

Fuck.

"Not until you come for me again," I demanded, and her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

The tension built inside me, and I could feel her own release growing near. She was so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.

Her body shook and she cried out, her pussy clamping down around my cock.

There .

I knew when my girl was about to come, and I pushed her right over the edge.

"That's my good girl. Look at you taking my cock so well," I praised, and her pussy clamped down tighter.

I grunted, my balls tightening and the pressure building until I could no longer hold back. I erupted, my cock jerking and pulsing as I came deep inside her.

She cried out, her orgasm tearing through her, her pussy milking every drop of cum from my cock. My vision went white as my orgasm seemed to go on forever.

"Fuck," I groaned, finally slowing, my cock still twitching and pulsing inside her.

We stood there for a moment, our breathing heavy, our bodies slick and hot as the water pulsed over us.

This was fucking heaven and I wouldn't trade it for the world.