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“L-like that,” I beg. “Hard. Deep. Fast. Wreck me, Enzo. Please. Please!”
In the next second, I’m being spun around. I land on my back, and Enzo’s cock slips out of me before his hands are on my thighs again, dragging me across the mattress. I register the new position—my ass at the edge of the mattress, Enzo standing over me, my ankles hooked over his shoulders. He towers over me like this, both protective and dangerous at once, and I swear I’ve never seen anything better in my life.
He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath, thrusting hard and deep without warning. I cry out, hands scrabbling for a grip on the sheets. Using his grip on my thighs to steady us, Enzo does just as I begged, hitting every blissful space inside me and setting a hard, fast rhythm with his hips.
Bliss overwhelms me. He’s so deep, filling me so much that there’s no room for even a thought in my mind. Nothing exists but him and the way he makes me feel. He handles me with just the right balance of possession and care, somehow managing to make me feel both precious and corrupted at the same time.
It’s so good, and I’m so desperate that it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to slam into me. I scream, body tensing and shaking as I shatter around his cock. He doesn’t stop, instead fucking me harder, so that I’m not sure if my orgasm goes on for ages or if I just keep coming again and again.
“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.
