Love and lies, desire and destruction. After desire leaves two hearts broken, Lucy and Enzo spend years apart, both hurting, neither healing.
One day Lucy finds herself in desperate need of saving, the only question is whether Enzo will hear her cal...
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I wake from a sleep I don't remember falling into. All I know is that my body is consumed by a fire I cannot name. After we finished eating, Enzo explained to me that I could experience some mild withdrawal symptoms, and it feels like I'm right in the middle of one.
I can't remember Enzo leaving, all I can remember is drifting off to sleep I his arms. I guess he had to leave Trying to sleep seems foolish. I need to do something to distract my mind from the craving. I get up from the bed, my stomach aching and my muscles and bones protesting, and try to walk around.
My stomach growls and my mouth feels dry. I need to do something to distract myself from this constant gnawing need for something I can't put my finger on.
Walking across the darkened room, my hand closes on the cool metal of the handle, and I open it.
The corridor is bathed in darkness so I step out into it before fear can get the better of me.
"Ow!" Something soft and hard all at once groans as I step on something which moves.
"God!" I exclaim as I leap back into the room, "I'm so sorry."
The figure raises through the darkness, his shoulders broad and towering. Terror grips me as he advances towards me and I drop backwards.
"It's alright, sweetheart." Enzo soothes, and I instantly feel relief, "it's just me."
"Oh." I mumble and, unable to help myself, I press my face into his chest and take deep breath.
"You ok, sweetheart?" He says with a soft chuckle as his hand clutches at the back of my head.
"I just needed to do something to distract myself." I explain.
"Withdrawal?" Enzo asks softly, stroking my cheek with his thumb as I look up at him, resting my chin on his chest.
"Yeah." I say with a sigh, "I'm kinda hungry."
"Come on then."
Enzo gently takes my hand and leads me down the corridor.
"What is this place?" I ask, staring in confusion at the blank empty surroundings.
"My house." Enzo replies, squeezing my hand softly.
"This is your house?" I say in disbelief, "but it's not a home."
Enzo chuckles halfheartedly and stops. Turning around, he looks down at me, cupping my cheek with the palm of his huge hand.
"No, it's not a home." He murmurs, leaning down until our eyelashes are almost brushing, "you're my home."
I'm at a loss for words by his affection. If I wasn't sweating, starving, bruised and beaten, all I would want to do is kiss him, but I can't.
Deciding to be honest with him, like he has been with me, I wrap my arms around him and soak in the warmth and comfort of his body.
"I wish I could kiss you right now." I whisper and I hear Enzo's deep intake of breath at my confession.
