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I love him. I don’t care if it’s crazy to be in love with my bodyguard when we’ve only been together like this for such a short amount of time, but I’ve spent months wanting him and all that longing has collected into a pool of love so deep I don’t think it ends.
Enzo is everything I want.
I go to move to exit the car, but Enzo tightens his grip on me and carries me, tucked up in his arms bridal style, all the way into the house. I glance back to see what my Dad’s doing and find him standing with Ian, obviously discussing what the hell they’re going to do with Ben and the others. I don’t doubt the cops will be here soon, and I hope I don’t have to talk to them.
Enzo already gave a short statement at the cabin, so I cross my fingers that we can have some time together before we have to deal with anything else. I want to forget Ben exists for a bit, to stay wrapped up in Enzo and reassure myself he’s truly okay for as long as I can.
He seems to think the same because he carries me straight up to my room and locks the door behind us. I cling to him as he settles us both on the bed, unwilling to let him go even for a second.
“You promise me you’re okay?” I ask quietly, running my hands over him, everywhere I can touch.
Enzo smiles at me. “Promise, princess.” His deep voice sends shivers through me. “Nothing could take me away from you.”
I moan a little at that, loving the promise in his words. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.” My hands slip beneath his shirt, needing these stupid clothes out of the way. “I meant what I said back at the cabin. I don’t want things to go back to how they were before.”
The feral sound that rumbles from Enzo’s throat can only be described as a growl. His hand winds through my hair, holding my face at an angle, his lips skimming mine when he speaks.
“You’re mine, Evangeline, do you understand?” he says darkly, entrancing me. “Mine to protect. Mine to care for. Mine to love. Forever.”
He seals the declaration with a kiss, stealing the air from my lungs and claiming my mouth as thoroughly as he’s claimed my heart. I melt against him, clinging to him, needing everything he can give me. I want to show him just how much I love him, how grateful I am for him protecting me the way he has, and I want him to prove to me that I’m his with his body the way he did with his words.
“Take those clothes off and show me what’s mine, princess,” Enzo orders, and I jump to obey him.
“Now your turn,” I purr and crawl back over to him after shedding my clothes, naked and drenched with need. I flatten my hands over his chest, wanting to see and kiss and touch the rippled planes of muscle beneath.
Enzo smirks at me as I undress him, practically drooling over his body as I throw his clothes to the floor where mine are. I moan when I finally have him naked before me, cheeks heating in embarrassment that the sound slipped out when I definitely meant for it to stay trapped in my throat, but that tiny edge of humiliation only makes my blood run hotter. My gaze catches on his cock, admiring him fully. Like everything else about him, it’s huge and perfect. My thighs squeeze together, and I lick my lips, feeling myself grow wetter.
“Come here, princess,” Enzo says darkly.
I crawl closer, up over his body so I’m straddling his hips, hands braced on his chest. The position presses my pussy right against his thick, hard-as-steel cock and I shudder. My hips move automatically, trying to grind myself against him. My clit rubs against his length, and I bite my lip, nails digging into his chest as pleasure sparks through me.
Enzo watches me and chuckles, his gaze dark and steady, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. “Such a needy, naughty little princess,” he muses and drops his eyes pointedly to where we’re pressed together. “You need my cock?”
I nod, lashes fluttering. I love it when he speaks to me like this, like I’m a prey caught in his trap, something he wants to take care of and play with all at once. I feel like his, and it’s addictive.
“Put it inside you,” he instructs, raising a brow as though impatient.
I want to please him as much as I want him, and my cheeks burn when I reach between us to grip his length and find it soaked with my wetness. He grunts when I touch him, a crack in his control, and it sends a thrill through me. How many of those noises can I earn?
I suddenly need to find out, need to gorge myself on him, need to watch him fall apart for me the way I do for him. We’ve had sex before, but something about this feels different, more intimate despite the roles we play in bed.
I lift my hips and guide the head of his cock to my center, slowly lowering myself down. His jaw ticks as I take him, and his pupils widen, nearly eclipsing the blue. I pant as I fill myself with him until I’m once again sitting on him, joined completely.
“So big,” I moan, adjusting to the feel of him. In this position, he hits so deep inside me that I struggle to breathe through the sheer pleasure spiraling through me. My hips rock, my body seeking more, chasing that bliss I know he can give me.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on me,” Enzo encourages, his hands sliding up my thighs, holding me without helping me move. “Play with those perfect tits.”
My hands obediently slide up my body to cup my breasts, heavy and sensitive. A gasp leaves me when my fingers run over my nipples, adding more sensation. Enzo’s smug, lust-filled expression is utterly addictive.
“Need…more,” I pant and try to find a rhythm with my hips. I bounce on top of him, taking him deep again and again, but no matter what I do, it’s not enough. I need him to fuck me, need him to drive deep and hard, to claim me with his cock until I’m nothing but a vessel for pleasure.
Enzo’s eyes glint. “Use your words,” he urges, his hands tightening on my thighs. “Tell me exactly what you need. Ask nicely, princess.”
Oh God. I lick my lips, swallowing thickly. “It’s not enough. I can’t do it properly,” I complain, a blush heating me. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s right,” Enzo growls possessively and sits up, bringing us face to face. I grab onto his shoulders, steadying myself. “Nobody else can please you right but me. Not even yourself. Tell me how you want it. Slow and soft? Or hard and fast until those pretty green eyes roll back in your head and you scream my name?”
His filthy mouth sends shivers over me, and I feel my inner walls squeeze against his cock, my body proving just how much I love it when he talks dirty to me.
