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If Emma is going to insist on playing this cat-and-mouse game, warming up to me before pulling away and freezing me out, I need to be prepared every time she lets me in. If that means keeping a well-stocked arsenal of supplies and toys to drive her out of her mind and dismantling the wall brick by brick, then so be it.
Due to the lack of suitable equipment, I quickly grab a tie from my closet and knot her hands together before securing them to the headboard above her. The physical restraint will keep her from pushing me away until I’m done, and maybe it’ll register in her brain I’m not going anywhere.
Not away from our bed, and certainly not out of her life.
I sigh happily as I settle myself between her legs, taking in the scent of her that’s stronger after her first orgasm. I’m almost painfully hard at this point. If I wanted to, I could probably come just from eating her out, but I plan to paint her body in me.
“You didn’t say my name last time." My mouth is inches away from her sensitive clit. Her face goes hazy again. Her bottom lip drops, opening her mouth into the perfect little o-shape. I imagine sliding my dick between those lips, fucking her mouth. Not tonight. Tonight is about driving her insane with pleasure.
“This time, when you come, you’re going to do so screaming my name. Even if I have to edge it out of you,” I tease her. I’m not sure she registers what I'm saying. The loose way her head bobs from side to side means she isn’t focusing much on words.
I’ll build her up, bring her closer and closer to her orgasm, focusing on her cunt to build that desire deep in her gut before pulling away to worship the rest of her body. Kissing up and down her legs, nipping at her thighs, massaging her ass that is still red from my hand. When the focus comes back to her eyes, I return to the center of her desire.
Build her back up until she’s on the edge of falling apart.
Back off and suck on those lovely tits.
Fuck her with my tongue like my life depends on it.
Kiss her until she’s no longer so fucked-out that she can kiss me back.
Over and over again. Each time pushing her closer and closer until pulling back again, until she’s crying out and squeezing her thighs together when I try to escape her.
“Please, please, please,” she begs me. A small sheen of sweat is gathering on her skin. I haven’t looked at a clock in a long time, but enough time has passed that we’ll pay for it in the morning.
“Enzo, please,” she cries. I hum in satisfaction as I finally build her into a frenzy. Her gasps come in quick succession as finally reaches the crest before falling in an exhilarating dive to pleasure.
In the midst of her orgasm, using one hand to prolong it for as long as possible, I fuck my fist, chasing after my orgasm. I roar out her name as I paint her skin in cum. Thick streams of it stretched across her breasts and over her face. I smile as I rub it into her skin, hoping the smell will linger after she washes it off.
The ring on her finger isn’t enough. I feel the need to mark her on a deeper, more feral level. We may like to pretend as humans, we’re more than the beasts that stalk the forests. But we aren’t. We’re little more than our animal roots, and nothing brings out the beast in me than the ingrained need to make sure everyone knows she’s mine
Once our breath returns to normal, I release Emma from our makeshift restraints and check the skin of her wrists. They’re a bit red from how she pulled against them in frustration as I denied her her orgasm over and over again. Her muscles are flaccid and I help to put her into a more comfortable position. The cream I lather on her helps to soothe those angry red marks, and while I’m sure they won’t disappear by morning, it causes a deep satisfaction in me that others will see them. See another way she’s mine.
I move her body to mine, cuddling her into my side and pulling the blanket up over us. She presses her face into my neck, and I wait until her breath settles into a light snore. When I’m sure she won’t crash, an unintended side effect of an intense orgasm, I relax.
I’m not a tender lover. My partners orgasm, they get the pleasure they’re after, but I don’t stick around afterward to make sure they don’t get lonely as the pleasure fades. It’s one of the ways Emma is different, one of the ways she has always been different.
Fucking her at the wedding had been different from the beginning. I fucked her on our property. I probably should have brought her inside and laid her on a bed while I sealed her to me in a silent promise she didn't realize was happening. Still, I didn’t fuck girls at the house. I didn’t stick my dick into someone without condoms. And I certainly didn’t care what happened to them when I was done.
My beautiful fiancee.
Chapter Twenty-Five- Enzo
My night isn’t over. While I would prefer to be in bed with Emma, there’s business that needs to be taken care of. Andy texted me to let me know someone is waiting for me in the basement.
I don’t enjoy using the basement, it feels too close to home. Mom will lose her mind if she realizes what kind of business is being conducted inside the house. I won’t be driving across town to complete an interrogation, but that might be the only benefit.
If things go smoothly, I can slip back into bed without Emma ever realizing I left. After a shower, of course. Interrogations are too bloody to go to bed without a shower.
Andy has a pleased smile on his face while he waits outside the basement door. He looks sated. Spending my money must have been enough to get him laid.
“Looks like I lasted longer than you did,” I say as I brush past him and into the basement.
“This bastard should count himself lucky we’re both in good moods tonight. That might not last for long,” Andy tells me as he falls into step behind me. “Petrov’s being fishy. This kid has been talking to him behind our back, giving him all sorts of information.”
My eyebrows shoot up towards my hairline. “I realized he might back out of our alliance since I won’t marry his daughter, but I didn’t think he would try to make an enemy out of us. That is outside his best interests.”
Andy shrugs his shoulders. “Never underestimate what a hurt ego will do to a man. He sees you rejecting a marriage proposal as saying his daughter isn’t good enough for our family. We don’t know what kind of information the kid has been feeding him so that's what we have to get out of this kid.”
