I passed out five times but here's your smut!

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"Tobias..." Eniola called again but was met with silence as she played with the tie he had refused to wear. He had been ignoring her ever since she told him about Kent Wallace.

"So you were with him for three years?" Tobias had asked as he sat by the bathtub.

"Yeah, but it was not super serious or anything like that." She quickly cleared up, trying to shake off the memory of him having a gun in Kent's mouth.

"For three years?" He asked again, his fingers lazily twirling the soapy water. He was not even looking at her.

"Oh come on, Tobi. Don't tell me you're jealous." She teased, silently praying he was not upset as she splashed some of the warm water his way.

He easily dodged most of it and although she was trying to be playful, his frown never left.

"Hm."

She liked to believe it was not jealousy. He could not get jealous about an ex, right? It had to be because he was affiliated with Gianni Berlusconi. Or something else...

Well, if he was jealous, she had every right to be the same way as well. Especially after meeting his own ex. The woman's confident smirk when they met in the bathroom made her blood boil.

Clara shouldn't have stopped me from smacking it off her stupid face.

"Tobi." She coaxed as he returned from the bathroom. Was this what the silent treatment felt like?

He tossed a towel over his wet hair with his pants weakly hanging around his waist. Damn.

Wordlessly, he sat on the other side of the bed with his body turned away from her.

Eniola bravely approached him and wrapped her arms around his body with her chest pressing against his back.

"Are you upset?" She asked, frowning as his body remained tense in her embrace. His unhappiness was obvious.

Her heart jolted for a second when his cool fingers cupped her enclosed arms that were around his stomach.

"His death would have sent a stern warning to Giannini." He started. "It would have called for retaliation that would have to be repaid of course but you—"

Tobias gently separated her fingers and turned to her.

"You saved him." He paused to exhale like talking calmly was a burden. "If you had not interfered, Anthony's death would have been avenged and even Maria's. Right now, the men probably think I am out of my mind for wanting to settle things so easily and to return Giovanni."

Eniola held his hands again, relieved that he was not flinching away from her.

"And they may be right."

Huh?

He laughed bitterly and squeezed her hands before letting go again.

"Giannini's messenger was standing right across from me and all I could imagine was how often the both of you had shared a bed." He clenched his fist as his large palm cradled her face.

The smile he always seemed to have saved for her looked forced.

"It felt wrong to kill the man." He continued, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "If he had died by my hands, it would be because of jealousy, not vengeance. You wanted to hear it, did you not? Eniola, I was jealous. I still am.

"I am jealous of all the people you have been with. All the firsts you've had that had nothing to do with me. I'm jealous of the fact that someone, him especially, has seen so many sides to you that I am yet to even discover."

Is he drunk?

She knew he was sober. He had held the same glass the entire night.

"Tobias—" He spared her a glance before his thumb traced her lips. It was just enough to make her incapable of speaking.

"How else do you want me to show you how I feel? I really don't know how, Eniola. I have never been like this before. What should I do?"

Lost for words, her fingers lightly brushed his hairline, sweeping over the baby hairs she adored so much.

"You're not paying attention to me." He muttered but did nothing to protest. She took it as a sign to continue.

He always liked head massages and when she touched his hair. It was therapeutic for her as well.

"I should have told you about him earlier," Eniola said, still tracing his hairline.

"There are a lot of things you do not tell me." Surprisingly, he swatted her hand away.

There were also a lot of things he kept from her but she made no mention of them. Fighting with him was the last thing on her mind.

"I am trying to be vulnerable and you're distracting me, Eniola." She laughed at his complaint and let her fingers rest on his light pink lips while he kissed them.

"I'd like to distract you even more if you'd let me." Her voice lowered to a whisper and a smirk stretched her lips when she saw that he had opened his eyes.

"There's no going back from it if you continue." He replied with the same tone but to her, it was a hundred times sexier.

Her eyes rested on the parted lips that she had longed to kiss all evening. He looked funny trying to play hard to get while his lips were slightly puckered up and his eyes closed shut, anticipating a kiss. She did not waste time pressing her lips against his soft ones.

She had kissed him many times but the sparks remained as his big hand cupped her neck, pulling her in. His tongue slipped into her mouth as another hand gripped the soft material she wore.

"Take it off."

She pulled away in disbelief, wondering if the voice actually came from him.

"This..." He said, tugging at her pajamas, "Take this off."

"Say please," Eniola said, holding his hands in place before they wandered too far.

His shocked face was worth it.

It morphed into an unimpressed look as he lifted her and dropped her beside him. It was her turn to be taken by surprise as he stood up and walked to the door.

"You're really going to leave? Now?"

Tobias chuckled as he leaned against the door and turned the knob, successfully locking it.

She smiled.

"The last thing I want is having Varo interrupt us for the third time."

He pushed his hair away from his face as he made his way to the bed, smirking as she suddenly moved back and was forced to stay in place when her back hit the headboard.

Tobias caught her by her ankles. "Come on, I don't bite. Or would you prefer it if I did?"

His hand captured her neck again, drawing her into a melting kiss as she felt his hold tighten. His tongue against hers was almost as good as her oxygen being caught off. He pulled away, leaving her as a panting mess as his eyes met with hers.

"Do you want me to take it off instead?" He almost growled as he grabbed a good bunch of the satin nightwear in his hand.

Eniola almost nodded but caught herself. "I'm still waiting for your please. You made me wait for you for so fucking—" Her words were almost knocked out of her as his hand suddenly pressed on her abdomen.

He did not look any bit regretful. "I'm going to make it up to you. You're going to take your clothes off."

She pursed her lips together as he smirked, suddenly moving lower and away from her. "What are you doing— Ah!"

Tobias pulled her away from the headboard and onto the bed as he separated her legs, planting himself in the middle. Eniola could feel her heart rise to her throat and she tried to gulp like it would help.

"What is it with you and always playing games?" She asked, her voice unusual shaky as Tobias raised a brow.

He dipped his head between her legs, his lips touching her clothed thigh and chuckling when she gasped.

"Are the games in the room with us?" He asked as he held the waistband of her sleeping pants. "And of all the days to wear underwear, you choose today."

Her eyes widened because he almost sounded pissed. He had never used that tone on her.

"I—" Her words died in her mouth as he moved on top of her again. "I'm sorry."

He pressed their lips together as he pushed down the pants. She gasped into his mouth, his tongue snaking into hers as she felt him completely remove the light bottoms.

"Finally."

Fuck, he sounded hot.

He was off of her again and like he knew she would try to close her legs, he held them apart.

"Keep them open, Princess." His smile returned as he looked at her, his fingers moving to his mouth.

She watched breathlessly as he ran a tongue around them, yelping when an arm went underneath her, pulling her upwards and towards him. Tobias kissed the space between eyebrows, gently pushing some of her dark braids away.

"I'm not going to be this gentle for the rest of the night," He said and she tried to believe he could be anything but gentle as his mouth moved to her neck, pecking the soft skin and sucking on it while his fingers wandered farther until his index sat between her lips.

Coyly, he slid them along her slippery path, grinning as she sighed and shut her eyes. She wanted to beg him to do more and be less gentle but she couldn't. There were no fucking words to explain how she felt with him finally wanting her like this.

Eniola gasped when his finger slipped into her wetness and dug inside even further. He went out for a moment and returned with an extra digit, his teeth nibbling on her neck.

"You're quiet." He pointed out, his fingers curling in her and forcing a choked moan. "Much better."

They pumped in and out of her almost rhythmically as her hand tightened in his hair, almost pulling at it.

She could feel a tightness in her lower stomach like there was a boulder pressing in on her.

"T-Tobi..." She struggled to say and he shut her up with a kiss.

"It's alright. I've got you."

His voice sounded so fucking reassuring.

She rocked her body against his fingers, her clit rubbing against his palm as each contact made her tremble.

She could feel an orgasm coming in, her walls tightening around his fingers as he continued thrusting. His free hand held her in place to prevent her from thrashing around when it felt like his fingers were no longer enough. She wanted him to fuck the orgasm out of her.

It suddenly stopped and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Tobias easily removed his fingers, smirking when she glared at him in frustration.

"And that is for the little stunt you played when you were completely drunk," he said.

"You said I didn't—" He interrupted her again and this time, with his fingers down her throat.

"Suck."

She had no choice but to obey, her tongue wrapping around the digits and tasting the sweet sourness on them while he still laid her legs apart to prevent her from trying to relieve herself. He seemed to push even further, gagging her.

The sight of her hollowed lips made him groan. "Fuck, you are gorgeous."

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and replaced it with his own, almost growling when he tasted her.

"So, fucking gorgeous." He muttered like he was entranced, his hand tightening around her chin.

She couldn't breathe.

She needed him too badly but he was hellbent on torturing her first.

Eniola finally found her voice.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked weakly, her voice hoarse as he pushed himself off her.

"Because no one else can, Princess." There was no smile just a small kiss. "It will be worth it, I promise."

She slowly nodded, her hand going to the single button that held her shirt together.

His eyes followed.

The button finally popped free, revealing two perfect molds and the idiot just watched.

After a while, he said, "I don't see it."

"What?" Eniola was confused.

"What you're so insecure about, I don't see it." He hovered above her again, his fingernails dragging up her stomach to the middle of her breasts. "You're perfect. Do you understand that?"

His warm lips pecked the supple skin, making her breath hitch while he took the other in his hold.

"So fucking perfect."

Her hips bucked upwards as she felt his teeth on her nipple and a tight squeeze on the other.

"Every single day I find something new about you to obsess over." He pinched the other and her hand went to her mouth to muffle her moans.

Her breasts were one of her most sensitive parts and the roughness was an overstimulating sensation.

She could feel her clit buzz with excitement as his hardness grinded against it. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Tobi... Please." She begged as he pressed into her, with a groan. "Please, fuck me."

He took his attention off his new fixations, his eyes meeting hers like they searched for any signs of uncertainty. Finding none, he kissed her hard before letting go.

He slipped off his pants with ease, her mouth falling open at his erect size. Surely having so much restraint while at full length would have been hell for him.

Her legs instantaneously spread apart as returned, with her mentally preparing herself for him.

It's going to be hell to fit it.

Before he could open his mouth (undoubtedly to ask if she was sure), she interrupted him for the first time that night. "Just put me out of my misery."

He laughed at her outburst and pulled her up by her waist so she was straddling him again.

"Want to try it this way?" She bit her bottom as he spoke, not feeling as bold as she did before. "Do the honors."

Slowly, she reached behind herself and held his dick, exhaling as her hands glided from his smooth base and the thick veins— she would have preferred if he hadn't used a condom but Tobias seemed like the 'safety first' kind of guy.

Eniola lifted herself for a bit, supported by his strong hands and lined him with her entrance. His fat tip forced a groan as it stretched its way into her.

"Are you alright?" Tobias asked and she kissed him reassuringly, lowering herself even further until he stroked her delicate spot.

"Fuck..." Her voice wavered as she fell against him.

Each stroke traveled depths that she didn't know were possible until she heard him growl and tighten the hold on her neck.

"Look at me."

Eniola obeyed him even as her eyes threatened to roll backwards. She had never felt so full. So pleasurably full.

He took the reins from her and she cried out when she finally took his entire length. He withdrew for a moment and pushed it all into her while she choked silently. It was difficult to breathe with all the pressure she felt.

He bottomed her out again and pulled her into a teeth-crushing kiss. With determined vigor, he grabbed her hands, held them above her and dropped her back on the bed, knocking even more air out of her lungs.

"Tell. Me. When. To. Stop." Each thrust accentuated his words and she felt unable to reply.

What was he even saying? Why the fuck would you want us to stop? All she could hear was their wet skin slamming against each other.

The uncomfortable feeling quickly became an insatiable one, forcing her to thrash against his grip.

She wanted to hold him.

Her fingers were aching but he paid no heed.

"Please don't stop." She pleaded with a near cry as her insides contracted for the second time. She was sure she would die if he pulled a fast one on her yet again.

Thankfully, he didn't.

She arched her back to meet his hard thrusts that she could sense were becoming a bit too rough and he pressed down on her abdomen, opting to plough even deeper.

Her wrist twisted in slight discomfort but she could live with it. Other things were more important, like the climax she was about to reach.

His movements increased in pace as she gave up on trying to wrench herself free and instead wrapped her legs around him.

"Tobias!"

When she thought she could not be any louder, a violent spasm racked through her being as she jerked under him and he let go of her arms. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him into her chest, forcing his long strides to come to a short grind.

He was letting her use him to ride out her orgasm until a deep groan rumbled through him, forcing him to come to a slow halt.

He kissed her forehead which was laced with sweat like his before burying his face into the side of her neck.

"I don't want you with anyone else."

It was very quiet, but she heard it even while she was way too tired to respond.

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Eniola was not sure what the time was but was certain that it was almost morning. He just kept going. Idiot.

Although she was surrounded by warm water, she could feel her center ache.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Tobias asked lightly while she pouted and splashed water his way as she had done earlier.

You murdered 'it'.

He laughed it off as he lounged by the edge of the tub. The quiet sound of the washer could be heard as he had insisted to wash the sheets.

He was clean to a fault.

He also insisted on preparing a bath for her. Stupid.

"You know, there's enough room for two in here." She suggested again, watching as he mindlessly played with her fingers.

"That was exactly what Rose said."

She smiled at the reference.

For some odd reason, he had been chirpy and energetic the past few hours.

Her eyes felt heavy as the warm water soothed her body. Would it be fine to fall asleep? He was right there after all.

"Tobias?" She called, struggling to keep her eyes open.

He must have heard the tiredness in her voice as he turned to her.

"Yes, Fuego?"

She looked at him with a slight frown, confusing him. How would she tell him she loved him? How would she say she wanted him to stay far away from Esmeralda and all other exes?

It was a weird request to make but at that moment, she didn't care.

She would not let anybody take him from her. Not now. Not ever.

"Don't leave me."

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