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His words pushed her to move faster. The recliner rocked underneath them, hitting against the wall. There was no way he could continue to hold out. He was about to explode. Fuck it. He gripped her hips and lifted his own, thrusting into her, causing them both to gasp.

“Enzo!” she groaned.

“I can’t stop,” he told her, shoving into her again with a force that caused the back of the recliner to slam into the wall.

She clasped her hands behind his neck and held on. Gripping her hips, he brought her down onto his cock as he raised up to meet her. Thrust after powerful thrust sent them both hurling toward their orgasms. Eve pushed back against him, meeting him pound for pound. His heels dug into the floor as he fucked her. His orgasm was so close. Enzo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

She felt so small in his embrace. Her breasts pressed against his chest. The side of her face rested against the side of his as he drilled her, causing the recliner to buck underneath them.Shit. He was wrong. His orgasm wasn’t close. It had arrived. Enzo’s body shuddered violently as he plunged into the woman he loved. His cum filled her, making her heat even slicker.

“You don’t know what the fuck you do to me,” he growled into her ear, voice raspy with lust.

Eve cried out, caught in the throes of her orgasm. Her heat pulsed around him, milking him, taking everything he had to give and demanding more.

“I can feel you coming,” he growled into her ear.

Her moans drifted through the air as her juices rained down on his cock. He tightened his arms around her. Her body jerked against him. Clutching each other, they rode the wave of pleasure, letting it pull them under. It was a long time before either of their breaths returned to normal. But when they finally did, his vixen bit his earlobe before whispering in his ear...

“Who do you belong to, Don Enzo DeLuca?”

“You,” he groaned without a moment of hesitation. “I belong to you, Eve.”

Chapter Sixteen

Afew days later

Enzo

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Home. Finally.

There was nothing he enjoyed better than coming home after a long day of work to find Eve waiting up for him. Each day, he tried to make it home in time for dinner, but motherfuckers kept making him hunt them down and torture them for information. They were getting in the way of him spending time with his Eve.

Stefan no longer got out of the car with him and followed him into the house. Enzo no longer had to tell the guards inside to leave when he arrived. Everyone already knew the drill. Though the kitchen in the main house had been repaired, they hadn’t moved out of the guest house yet. Eve was enjoying the guest house. They’d move whenever she was ready.

When Enzo entered the house, she was waiting for him on the other side of the door. A smile streaked across her face when she saw him. Instead of reaching for him, she reached for the bag he was holding. Enzo sighed and handed the bag to her. Though he was excited as hell to see her, she was excited about the products Stefan had purchased at the hair store. Gripping the bag, she stared into it, surveying its contents.

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