Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I don’t have time to worry before Enzo is pushing the door to our bedroom open and lowering me onto the bed. He kisses down my neck, licking and sucking at all the places he knows drives me crazy. I push him away.
“If this was the first time, you wouldn’t know how I like my neck kissed.”
“You underestimate me, cuore mio. From the very second I met you, I knew how to read all of your cues. I might not have known right away, but I would have by the time we made it to the bedroom.”
I can’t argue with him. Not when his hands move to grope my breasts and I let out a guttural groan. They’re just on the side of two sensitive, but he knows just how to handle them. After one last kiss, he moves further down my body.
“Here’s another regret- I regret not tasting you on the night that we met. Though I think if I knew how sweet you are, I would have never been able to let you go.”
There’s no hesitation when he eats me. The scruff of his unshaven face scrapes against my thighs as his tongue attacks my slick core. It’s brutal. Unforgiving. And it has me gasping out unrepentant moans while I bury my hand in his hair. I’m not sure if I’m trying to pull away or plead for more with the way I was tugging on his hair and thrusting my hips up into his face. He nips at my clit before pulling away from, leaving me whimpering at the fact that I haven’t come yet.
“If this was our first time, I wouldn’t want you to come on my face. I’d want your first orgasm to be while I was inside of you.”
He crawls his way back up my body, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s intoxicating, the way we’re mixed together. My fingers clutch his shirt, and I realize how unfair it is that he’s still dressed while I’m half naked.
“If this was our first time, would you be keeping us this dressed?”
“No, I regret that as well. I wanted to see your stunning body so fucking badly, but I knew we didn’t have enough time in the garden. Plus, that dress had so many damn layers.”
I giggle. There wasn’t a chance that we would have been able to get that dress off me out in the garden.
He strips my shirt off me and then takes his own. I relish in the feeling of his skin against mine, the way his strong, muscled body feels against my softer one.
“You know what I don’t regret about our first time? Fucking a baby into you. Let’s see if I can do it again.”
With that, he thrusts inside of me, stealing my breath away. Despite the slow pace he set before, he can’t seem to hold himself back now that he’s inside of me. I don’t want him to. I love the roughness of it, the aggression. He pulls both of my hands and pins them above my head, driving himself into me over and over again. My thighs squeeze his sides and I groan when he releases my hands to rub my clit. When I try to move them to grab onto him, he stops.
“Keep them there, principessa,” he says as he guides my hands back over the top of my head. I whimper when he starts thrusting again.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, begging him to let me come.
He lifts my legs, changing the angle, and I can’t help but to arch my back at how deeply inside me I can feel him. “If this were our first time, I wouldn’t tell you what a pretty little slut you are. I would have watched my mouth, but you don’t want that. You like hearing about how fucking filthy you are.”
I whimper, nodding my head.
“You know what else you like? You like being a good girl for me, principessa. So be a good girl and come around my fucking cock.”
With that command, he drives his cock roughly into me. A few more thrusts, and I feel myself falling over the edge. My orgasm rips through me and I cling onto him as he empties himself into me.
Chapter Forty-Seven- Enzo
Eric has lost weight. Only getting one meal a day will do that to you. He’s blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, we had to bribe the security guard at the airport to look the other way when we brought him to the private plane. Over the past couple of days, his bravado disappeared. Whatever his plan had been, it had fallen through. And no one gave him any updates on Emma and Matteo, so he doesn't know they are safe and back with me.
He’s shaking when the guard shoves him forward. He falls to his knees in front of me. I rip the blindfold off his eyes, pleased to see the dark bags under his eyes and his lips shriveled from dehydration. He’s shaking. I’m not sure if it’s from the cold, no one put a jacket on him before dragging him out here, or from the realization that he is, in fact, mortal. He’s spent so long playing god that coming face to face with his mortality must be a terrifying realization.