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He made a decision. What does that mean?
“Um . . .” I lick my lips nervously, not missing his gaze dropping to my mouth.
“Baby, you don’t have a clue how much I’ve thought about you. How I can’t get the thought of that tight pussy out of my head. The sight of your sexy body underneath me. Taking everything I gave you. Fuck, even the way you clamped down on my dick, sucking me dry. And I’m not even talking about what that mouth of yours can do.”
I drop my gaze, blushing at the mention of that single night weeks ago. Or rather the hours we spent in the throws of each other.
“You remember my mouth, don’t you, baby?” The hand in my hair moves and strokes my cheek.
I swallow nervously and try to put space between the two of us. My mind and body seem to go to war with each other, and my heart gets in on the action. I’m conflicted by what he makes me feel.
“Why are you doing this? You apologized, but you also made yourself clear after the sun came up and told me to get gone.” It takes everything in me to keep the pain of those words from showing.
“Yeah, I said that, Shyann. I told you to leave, but I did it because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have ever let you leave my bed,” he murmurs and pulls me even tighter to him. “Now we have something to work out between us. And we’re doing that before anything else, baby.”
My lips part in a gasp, unsure of what he’s talking about, but he takes the opportunity to capture my lips and sink his tongue in to torment my own. This kiss, though toe-curling, isn’t like the others we shared. No, this one is dominating . . . controlling . . . filled with possession.
War grips both of my hips and lifts me until I’ve no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. His hands jerk the bottom of my dress up, and he palms my ass cheeks in his hands.
Ripping his lips from mine, his breath heavy, he drops his head to the curve of my neck. “God damn, love how your ass fills the palms of my hands, baby.” He carries me the rest of the way to my room, and I find myself lowered to my bed and the dress stripped over my head.
I lean up on my elbows and watch him as he watches me. His hungry eyes soaking in all I am. War strips out of his clothes quick and smooth-like.
My gaze drops to his thick shaft, jutting out toward me like it’s beckoning for me to allow it entrance.
Like he did that night, War grasps my legs and parts them for him to gain a view of the center between my legs. He leans in, puts his face right there, and through my panties, he kisses me . . . right there.
“Enzo,” I breathe, wanting more than a simple press of his lips.
I know he heard me calling his name, and he takes that as my giving permission. In the next second, War rips my panties clear from my body, and he looks up at me.
“Fuckin’ love the smell of your pussy, baby. It’s better than I remember,” he groans and blows a whisp of breath against the sensitive flesh between my legs. “Take your bra off for me, Shy baby. I wanna see those tits while I feast on this sweet cunt of yours.”
Of course, my body reacts to his command. I swiftly strip my bra off and cup either of my breasts in my hands, pinching my hardened buds for him to see.
War takes his time, swiping his tongue and adding in his fingers. It feels like my body is going in overdrive as he devours me. “Come for me, baby. I wanna taste the sweetness of you coating my tongue.”
Oh, God. I cry out and do as he says as he hooks one of his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot. My back arches, and I feel the shivers going along my spine. War barely lets me come down from my orgasm before he’s over me, his cock lined with my entrance.
“You think you can do as good as me, baby?” he asks, running the tip of his cock between the seam of my apex.
“What?” I breathe, wiggling my lower half inviting him in. Wanting him to thrust inside me.
“You heard me, baby,” he smirks and inches forward, giving me what I want. “This pussy needs attention, and I definitely don’t think you can give it what I can, can you?”
I shake my head, gasping as he thrust minutely inside my core, leaving me burning for more. “Enzo,” I plead.
“Yeah, baby, that’s what I thought. From now on, this pussy is mine,” he proclaims, thrusting home. He doesn’t stop there. He pounds inside me and brings me quickly to another orgasm. This one is even better than the first.
“Enzo, oh god, Enzo . . . please. Harder. I need for you to take me harder,” I beg, wanting him to slam into me, give it to me like he did that night repeatedly.
Without answering, he growls deeply and pulls nearly all the way out and dives back in, slamming home only to do it again and again.
I cry out his name, and he gives me all of him. I dig my nails in his back, and he groans. His movements become jerky. Finally, he pulls out only to shoot his release on my stomach and breasts.
“Fuck, baby, that was phenomenal,” he rasps huskily and falls to his side, rolls to his back, and brings me with him until I’m straddling his waist. The stickiness of his release is between us, but it’s as if he doesn’t care about it.
War dives his fingers in my hair and pulls my head down, his mouth claiming mine. From the way he kisses me and with the feel of him already getting hard again, I know we’re only getting started.
