Page 47 of SINS & Temptation

“So fucking tight, Bella,” he hisses through his teeth, pushing, shoving his way in with each breath, deeper and deeper.

My back arches, rocking with him in a painfully delicious rhythm. Each thrust drives in, giving me breath, until I’m screaming his name. “Enzo!”

The orgasm slams through me, a riptide of pain and pleasure tearing me apart so intensely that I’m crying out, laughing deliriously, utterly drunk on sex.

“I can’t hold back,” he grunts, fucking me so fast and so hard, I have to spread my thighs wide—wider—“That’s it, Bella. Take it all, good girl. Take. It. All. Fuck!”

The way he slams into me, nips my neck, cups my breast, and forces me to take him so deep, I’m not sure the wall will hold up. Or me.

And then I feel it—heat filling me up—as his body rocks and trembles hard, emptying everything he has. Long, deep thrusts push us both to the edge and beyond. “Shit,” he groans, a raw intensity in his voice.

His head drops to my shoulder.

“What?” I whisper, laying kisses on his muscles and neck, my fingers tangling through his damp hair.

“I couldn’t stop—I—” He blows out an angry breath, shaking his head. “No condom. It isn’t like me.”

I pant through a breathless laugh. “Really? Because there’s an entire fan page dedicated to you that claims bareback is the only way you ride.”

His full lips twist into a grin. “Now who’s the stalker?”

Definitely me. Fangirl, too.

“I’m clean. I’ve never been without a condom, Kennedy. With anyone. I swear.” His voice is earnest, eyes locked onto mine, with so much sincerity, my heart skips a beat.

I’m not sure which surprises me more: his confession or his need to tell me, especially since I can still feel him pulse deep inside me.

“I’m on the pill,” I say, as if that somehow makes it better. Me, not thinking at all about how many women he’s been with. “So no baby D’Angelos anytime soon.”

He frowns, then kisses me. “I know.”

What? “How?” How would he know I’m on the pill?

He kisses my shoulder and neck, then trails his lips to my heart-shaped freckle. “I know everything about you, Bella. Your bra size. Your preferred speed of vibrator. That you have some really weird kinks.”

“What?” Kinks? The lies.

“You and your werewolf porn.”

I straighten my back, indignation flaring. “It’s not porn.”

He smirks, kissing me again. “I read chapter three.” Another kiss, deeper this time. “Definitely porn.”

I feel the length of him growing harder as his tongue lazily licks in and out. My body trembles, and I’m not sure I can handle round two, but I doubt either of us has the self-control to stop.

“What else do you know about me?” I whisper against his mouth.

His eyes darken, and he fists my hair. “That the next time you come, it’ll be on your knees.”

Chapter Eighteen

ENZO

Fuck.

I read the single number text, and it instantly pisses me off. Not good, given the circumstances.

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