Page 91 of Tainted Princess
For a while, neither of us moved, content to just hang there in the space between moments. Then Enzo slowly withdrew his hand from my panties, lightly running his damp fingers up my stomach, leaving a trail of my own moisture behind. Grasping my elbow, he spun me, leaning in close and trailing his nose up my neck, inhaling me as he went. Pressing my back against the window, I looked up at him. He had one hand on each side of my body, caging me in, but for the first time, I didn’t feel trapped.
Enzo made me feel powerful, strong and free in a way I had never experienced before, and I was quickly becoming addicted to it.
Addicted to him.
Lifting my chin, I pressed my lips against the underside of his jaw, his height making that the highest spot I could reach without his assistance. His dark stubble tickled my lips, sending a shiver through my whole body. Enzo pulled back slightly, his hungry gaze eating me up for a moment, then he kissed me, and all I could feel, all I could sense was him. His heat, his scent, the low sound that escaped his lips when we parted for breath. It all coalesced into one chaotic ball of arousal, coursing through my body at lightning speed.
My hands had a mind of their own, sliding up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him everywhere I could. I could feel his beard scraping against my cheeks, and the small pain of it on my delicate flesh made me wonder what that roughness would feel like elsewhere. Just the thought of it had me moaning again, and with a growl, Enzo broke the kiss and bent his knees, his large hands finding the backs of my thighs. Before I could even consider what he was doing, I was lifted up, hauled against his body and we were moving. In a few short steps he had us at the bed, and my heart picked up at the promise of what was to come. Setting me down, my thighs still wrapped around his his hips in a mirror image of our previous position from just a few minutes ago, Enzo gave me a dirty smirk as he looked down at me seated on the bed before him. Licking my lips, I reached trembling hands for his belt buckle, but he grabbed both my wrists to halt me before I could even touch it.
“Careful there, babe,” he said when I looked up with wide eyes. “That’s a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands.”
I knew he meant the belt, having watched him pull a hidden blade out of it the night before, but the innuendo didn’t escape either of us, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, why don’t you show me what you can do with it, then?”
He released my hands, and his fingers dove into my hair, his fists gripping the strands firmly, just to the point of pain. Tilting my head back, Enzo placed another crushing kiss against my mouth before growling, “My pleasure.”
I watched him intently as he stepped back, undoing the buckle and dropping his pants into a pile next to my own and tossing his black button down on the back of the nearby chair. I bit my lip as he approached, watching as his tattooed hand ran a slow path over the hard shaft bulging in his black boxer briefs. Suddenly, Enzo stopped, and I looked up to see a conflicted look on his face. He stared at me, seemingly unsure of his next move, and I finally understood the reason for his hesitation as his eyes darted to the table beside the bed. Not wanting to ruin the mood, I leaned over and opened the drawer, removing a condom.
The look of relief on his face was immediate, and to be honest, I felt it too. Things between Enzo and I were finally good—great, even—and now was not the time for sudden life-altering decisions.
Maybe one day.
Not wanting him to think about it anymore, I crossed my arms over my body and lifted, pulling the lacy crop top off in one swift movement. I tried not to feel nervous about the move, wanting to recapture my previous boldness, and the way Enzo groaned at the sight of my naked breasts went a long way to helping me achieve that.
After that, the energy shifted, and suddenly it was like we couldn’t move fast enough. Enzo slid off his shorts and my panties were quick to follow. Placing the condom wrapper in his teeth, Enzo knelt up on the bed, crawling over me as I scooted back, and as he moved with the grace of a predator, my entire body clenched in anticipation of his touch. With one knee between my legs, Enzo rose before me, tore the condom open with his teeth, and slid it on.
I watched, rapt, as he worked, wondering if this was actually going to be as enjoyable as I hoped.
Because Enzo hadn’t lied; he was certainly in possession of a dangerous weapon. I stared at his cock as he rolled the latex down the shaft, then watched as he gave himself a few rough tugs. My skin felt flushed, and I was hot all over, but I couldn’t deny the ball of nerves that sat heavy in my belly. Our first time, less than a week ago, had been quick and emotionless, but now that we were here, I was nervous.
Enzo seemed to sense this, and he smiled, really smiled, as he leaned down, holding his body off of me with one hand, and grasping my chin with the other.
“Francesca,” he said softly, drawing my focus off the club between his thighs and back to his face. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you. I promise.”
There was a lot of depth to those words, more than just this moment, and as my body relaxed into his kiss, my heart lightened. Enzo kissed me for a long time, slow and deep, and with each stroke of his tongue, I could feel the liquid heat of my arousal building.
My mind was on the kiss when he palmed my breast, his fingers working my nipple into a firm peak.
My mind was on the kiss when he lined himself up with my entrance, the steady pressure a teasing hint of what was to come.
But my mind was definitely not on the kiss as he thrust home in one long, strong stroke. He invaded my body the same way he did everything, with determination and absolute control, and even though there was pain, I found that I liked it.
I liked knowing that we were joined, together as one, in every way possible now. I liked that he was as much a part of me as I was him. That he was here, with me, not because he had to be, or because it afforded him some advantage with my family, but because hewantedme.
He wanted me as a woman, as a partner, and as his wife. And I knew I wanted him, too. I wanted this dark, complex man who wasn’t intimidated by my ability to compete in the game at his side.
Enzo, oblivious to my racing thoughts, ran his mouth down my throat, and I lifted my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Together, we climbed higher, fucking away all the confusion and suspicion of the past week. We were starting over, consummating this marriage the way we should have from the start; with fire and passion and a desire to please the other person in every way possible.
His pace increased, and I knew he must have been close. Once more, he balanced on one hand, lifting up and using the other to reach between us and strum my clit. I wrapped my legs around his hips, my breath coming in heavy pants as I stared into his eyes, and it wasn’t long before I exploded, coming again with his name on my lips.
A few solid strokes later and Enzo was following me, his groan of pleasure sending another round of chills through me. And as I lay there, catching my breath, I looked up at Enzo, seeing the look of wonder on his face and knowing it matched my own.
Enzo laid down beside me, pulling me close as the lights of the Strip splashed their splendor across the ceiling, and I knew I had never been more content in my entire life.
