Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Enzo! Fuck, God, yes,” I cry out, mindless and babbling through moans and gasps.
“You take me so fucking well,” he grinds out in response, voice raspy and thick with his own desire. “Fit me like a fucking glove. Meant for my cock. Hot and dripping for me. Gonna fill this pretty pussy with come, princess. Claim you inside and out.”
I think I scream yes but my ears are ringing, my senses so overwhelmed with pleasure that it’s hard to register anything else.
I feel it when he comes, though. The hot spurts of his release filling me. The way he groans my name. How his fingers clutch my thighs so hard I think they’ll bruise. I hope they do. I want to wear his mark, to see proof of his claim on me.
I think I must have passed out because when I open my eyes again, we’re tucked under the covers. He’s still inside me, but I’m tucked against his chest, wrapped up in his arms and held close.
My heart feels so full it might burst.
“Enzo,” I breathe, my voice groggy. I blink, my whole body lax and limp with after-sex bliss.
“You good, princess?” he asks in a raspy whisper, stroking my hair away from my face tenderly.
“Mmhmm,” I hum, grinning up at him. I’ve never felt better.
“I’ve dreamt about fucking you in this fancy ass four-poster bed since I first saw it,” he whispers, making me laugh.
“I’ll make that fantasy come true every day,” I promise, more than happy to oblige with that.
Enzo laughs. “You make every fucking fantasy come true, princess. My perfect girl.”
“Yours.”
“Mine.” He pauses a second before adding, “I wanna make it official.”
I squint, not understanding. “What do you mean?”
He lowers his head, kissing me softly. “I mean…” he says in a whisper, making this moment feel even more intimate, his words brushing against my lips. “Marry me, Evangeline.”
For a split second, I think I must be dreaming because how often have I dreamt that the hot-as-fuck bodyguard I’ve been crushing on for months would make me his wife?
But real-life Enzo is better than any of my wildest dreams.
I try to get closer, though we’re already as close as two people can be. I weirdly like the fact that he’s still inside me even though we’re doing nothing but cuddling. It makes me feel more connected to him, like we’re truly one.
“Yes,” I breathe, blinking away happy tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Enzo.”
I kiss him until we’re both breathless and whispering promises and confessions of love to each other, and nothing has ever felt more perfect.
When we finally reappear from my room, Enzo and I head down to join my father for dinner. I made sure I looked put together, instead of like I’d been having sex for hours, not wanting to greet my dad with my hair a mess from Enzo’s hands.
The dining table is laid out with a feast of salads, meat, bread, and veggies, and when I take my seat, I realize just how hungry I am.
Enzo goes to stand behind me, standing guard, but my father shakes his head and gestures for him to sit.
“You both look happy,” my father comments with a smile. He’s always wanted what’s best for me, and I’m relieved to know that includes Enzo.
“I’m happier than I ever have been,” I admit. “We…I’m going to marry him, Dad.”
Enzo can’t hide the way he smiles when I tell my father our plans, and my Dad returns it with a grin.
“Ah, it’s a good thing I thought to look this out then, isn’t it?” Dad asks, getting up to walk to the shelves on the left-hand side of the room.
He picks something up, and Enzo and I rise to join him, our plates nearly clear now anyway.
“This ring has been in our family for a long time,” my father says as we stand in front of him. “I always hoped my daughter would wear it someday.”
My chest tightens with joy when my father hands Enzo the ring, patting him on the shoulder in encouragement. I hold my hand out for Enzo to slip the heirloom ring onto my finger. I’ve seen it before, remember thinking how utterly gorgeous it was. A huge, oval diamond haloed by sparkling emeralds.
“It’s perfect,” I tell them both, loving the way the engagement ring looks on my hand.
“Thank you, Mr. Graves,” Enzo says to my father, shaking his hand.
My dad rolls his eyes and yanks Enzo in for a hug, patting him on the back. “I think you ought to stick with Grant now that you’re going to be my son-in-law, don’t you?” He laughs and pulls away.
Enzo nods, smiling and looking down at me.
At that moment, I realize I have everything. I’ve wanted for nothing my whole life…except true love. Except Enzo.
And now that I have him? I couldn’t possibly be happier.