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“No. I’m good. I just need to make sure I keep my Princess happy. I don’t want her to feel pain or disappointment. You’ve had too much of that in your life.”
“It’s not your job to do that, Marco.”
He stops walking to pull me around to face him. His hand instantly goes along the inside of my neck, in his familiar hold. I could almost smile as his thumb starts brushing my cheekbone. I don’t but I do close my eyes and savor the sweetness in it.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I need my woman happy.”
“Can we just stay like this forever?” I ask somewhat foolishly. I ignore the heat I feel on my cheeks and when Marco smiles that somehow makes it easier.
“Probably not, because I can be an asshole at times.”
“You don’t say,” I laugh softly.
He gives me a sexy smirk that I’m pretty sure makes his eyes sparkle—although since the only light is the moon, I can’t be sure. There’s a light by the stone walkway down here, but that’s behind us and I suddenly wish we weren’t so I could see him.
“And you my sexy, little, princess, can be filled with drama at times.”
My eyes dilate, my brows going up. “You did not just say that!”
“Baby, you lost your shit yesterday because you couldn’t find an ink pen.”
“It wasn’t just an ink pen,” I educated Marco. “I was writing a letter to Melina, and this was my special pen I bought for writing. I love that pen. I paid fifty bucks for that pen.”
“Who the fuck pays fifty dollars for a pen?”
“I do. It was a calligraphy pen, and it was in coral. I love coral. It’s like the prettiest color ever. It outshines all the crayons in the crayon box.”
“You’re cute when you’re being slightly insane.”
“Well, if me buying fifty-dollar pens, or being in love with the color coral is a deal breaker, you could always call the marriage off.”
“Not happening and if you try to tell me that’s what you want, I’m going to spank your ass, Ena. I’ll also do it in a way that you might like eventually, but it will take a while to get to that part.”
I swallow, his threat turning me on way more than it should. The thought of him spanking me makes my thighs wet—well, wetter. I bite my lip as I look up at him through my lashes. My body tingling from head to toe.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans.
“I don’t want you to call the wedding off. I don’t want to leave you, Marco.”
“Jesus, finally,” he groans and then his mouth is on mine.
And it is… divine.
Chapter 19
Marco
The minute our lips connect there’s a fire that burns out of control. I’ve had other kisses before. I’ve had so fucking many that I can’t count them and wouldn’t want to. Hell, I can’t remember how many women I’ve had on my cock before my vow to Helena. I do know that if she ever found out, the number would probably scare the shit out of her.
I could say that my hunger for her is because I’ve been without a woman for so long. I could, but that would be a lie. I don’t want just any woman.
I want Helena.
One thing I’ve learned about my fiancée since she’s been living with me is that she fits me better than I thought she would. She’s funny and sweet, sassy and full of fire. She might be innocent, but she comes alive with my touch. The same thing could be said with kissing. My woman attacks my mouth every time. She does it going for it, anxious to show me what she likes, before ultimately giving me control. It’s no different this time and when she gives herself over to me, she moans in my mouth as our tongues slide together. I swallow that sound down, taking it inside. That does what it always does—makes my cock push against its confines and demand freedom, demanding I take her.
I swear if I don’t get inside her soon, my balls are going to be so fucking blue they will glow in the fucking dark. I take control by guiding her down on the sand. I wanted to fuck her for the first time in our bed, but right now, I just need her. I’m not choosy about where. She keeps hold of my mouth as I gather her T-shirt in my hands and pull it over her body. Immediately, she helps me yank it off and I toss it somewhere away from us. I don’t really give a fuck where it’s at either. All I know is my hands are flattened out on her stomach, the heat of her skin scorching my palms in a way I’ve never experienced, and that sensation goes straight to my dick too.
