Page 79 of Pen Pal

“That’s a good little wife,” he hummed, the vibrations making white-hot pleasure spear through my clit. “Remember our vows, baby. We forsook all others. That means this,” he kissed my clit. “This is allmine. Only I can do this to you, love. Only I can touch you, and only I can make you scream.”

He leaned in and nipped my clit, raking his fingers across my g-spot, and I shouted, starts bursting behind my eyes as I shuddered. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, drowning me with the intensity of its force.

“Fuck, that’s right, my little wife, cover my face with your release,” he groaned, gently lapping at my clit as I writhed beneath him.

When my orgasm waned, Enzo stood, shrugging off his jumpsuit. I admired the hard planes of his abs, his sculpted muscles, and the intricate tattoos covering his skin. He leaned over me, pressing the straps of my outfit down my arms and pulling it off me.

He gripped one of my legs, holding it flush against his shoulder, and positioned his hard, veiny cock against my entrance. I was startled, too caught up in the afterglow as he pushed inside me slowly, feeding me every thick inch.

“Enzo,” I whispered, breathless as he filled me, bottoming out inside me, losing himself in the wet heat of my cunt, already pulsing around him greedily.

He moved in a slow, steady rhythm as he shuttled in and out of me. His teeth clenched, and hisjaw ticked, and he fisted the sheets on either side of my face.

He was holding himself back, I realized. He was gentle and patient, easing me back into pleasure with tender care.

But that’s not what I signed up for.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered.

His face twisted in visible agony. “Amara…”

“I needyou. Not the muted, watered-down version of you, Enzo. I need the real you, raw and unfiltered. I accepted you as the way you are, all rough edges and sharp thorns,” I breathed, reaching up. I raked my nails down his back, and he arched, hissing, his eyes dark and feral.

“I marriedyou, and don’t you dare keep my husband from me now. I need you more than ever.Fuck me, Enzo,” I urged.

He shuddered, still hesitant, hanging on to his control by a thread as he slowly pushed himself inside me.

I reached for his hair and gripped it, twisting it as he inhaled sharply at the sting. “I give myself to you, mind, body, and soul. Now give yourself to me, my love. Give meeverything. Claim me!”

He let out a haunted groan as the last of his control snapped, and his hand gripped my throat roughly as he speared inside me.

I moaned, pleasure consuming every nerve as he thrust, his cock banishing every trace of anyone there before him. His grip was tight, barely letting me breathe, and he changed his angle, making my eyes roll back as he took over. Enzo was animalistic now, a feral beast as he pressed his body against mine, reaching between our bodies as he stroked my sensitive clit.

“You want to be claimed, my little wife?” he groaned, impaling me repeatedly. “You want the monster? Here I am.”

I cried out, rapture barreling through me, my vision going white as I splintered, fracturing into a million pieces under him. I screamed, repeating his name as he kept up his bruising pace, prolonging my release, the intensity only building.

He roared as he lost himself inside me, exploding as I thrashed beneath him, and he filled me with his hot seed. Moans fell from my lips, and I wrapped my legs and arms around him, cementing him to me.

“You’ll never be rid of me now,” he declared, chuckling against my neck as he sucked, leaving little marks.

“Good,” I sighed, gripping his knuckles as I frowned. “You need to stop fighting.”

“You keep me grounded, mi angelo,” he confessed.

I smiled, holding him to me, refusing to let him go.

And I never did.

Even with cold steel bars between us, our love had never been caged. One day, he’d break out of here toward the life we were always meant to have, hand in hand, where we were always meant to be.

And there wasn’t anything or anyone in this world that could stop us.

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