Page 41 of Bastard Prince
When I was sure I had his full attention, I continued. “I love you, too.”
I gave him a second to process what I had just said, then I pounced.
I was across the ring in three quick steps, leaping at him before he had a chance to protest. With reflexes honed in the streets, Enzo caught me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, crashing my mouth against his in a fiery kiss, his two day stubble leaving a pleasant rasp on my skin. We devoured each other, our tongues clashing as we battled for dominance, but in this fight, there would be no loser.
Enzo clutched at me, his huge hands gripping onto my ass and holding me tight against his body. I could feel the swollen length of his cock as I writhed against him, desperate for some friction on my oversensitive core.
“Fuck, Francesca,” he groaned, his words hot against my lips. “The fuckin’ things you do to me.”
I smiled into his kiss, loving the desperation in his voice as I wove my fingers through his inky hair and pulled, his deep groan shooting right through me.
Still clutching my ass, Enzo knelt, leaning forward and depositing me on the rough canvas of the mat. Releasing me, he reared up, his gray eyes stormy and wild as they took me in from head to toe.
“Mine,” he breathed, his words a low rumble that sent shivers across my skin. “Only mine.”
Grasping the hem of my shirt, Enzo tugged it up and over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side, and my bra quickly followed.
“You are an enchantress, Francesca,” he murmured, his lips against my skin as he worshiped my breasts. “A siren of the deep, luring men to their ruin.” He trailed his hands down my ribs and hooked his fingers in my waistband, dragging my pants and panties down in one swift go. “You are a goddamnqueen.”
Without another word, Enzo grasped each of my thighs and spread me open, diving face first into my pussy, devouring me like I was his last meal. He was completely ravenous, and the sounds he was making would have been downright embarrassing if they hadn’t been so fucking hot. There was nothing light or teasing about his movements, his tongue delivering violent lashes across my tender flesh, and in no time at all I was flying, calling out his name into the empty arena as I rode the incredible orgasm he had just given me.
Breathing heavily, I watched as Enzo dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, the fire in his gaze enough to scorch my very soul. Without taking his eyes off me, he dragged his workout shorts down, leaving him naked and looking like every woman’s wet dream. His smile was filthy, full of promise, and as he reached down to give his cock a few strokes, I couldn’t help the shiver of pure lust that shot through me.
My husband was a fuckinggod.
I laid there on the mat, waiting for him to pounce, to ravish me as he had before, leaving me limp and tired but so very satisfied. But to my surprise, Enzo stretched out beside me, the heat of his body like a furnace against my skin. Turning my head, I gave him a curious look, but his arrogant grin only intensified as he tucked one hand behind his head.
“And now, my queen,” he said, patting his hip, the movement drawing my eye as his cock jumped in response. “Come sit on your throne.”
I only paused a moment, my brain processing what he’d suggested and deciding it was fully on board, before I threw my leg over his hips, straddling him. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his chest, my tongue darting out to tease along the lines of his tattoo, drawing a ragged moan from him as I tasted his earlier hard work, the salty tang of his sweat lighting me up inside.
Enzo speared his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back as far as it would go, the pain in my scalp just the right side of too much. He knew it, too, the bastard; his dirty smirk telling me he did.
Starting at the hollow at the base of my throat, Enzo dragged his hot, wet tongue up my neck, pausing to suck hard on my pulse point, his teeth gently pulling at my flesh.
Placing one hand on my shoulder and pushing gently, Enzo guided me back until I was sitting up right, then placed both my palms on his rigid stomach. Looking down at him, I could feel my heart clench, the emotions running riot inside me as I realized that while Enzo was quick to claim me as his, I knew down to my very bones that he was mine as well.
With that thought forefront in my mind, I lined us up and began to sink down slowly onto him, loving the delicious stretch as his cock filled me. When I hit bottom, we both released a deep groan, Enzo sinking his fingers into my hips. I could tell it was costing him to keep still and let me take the lead, but the fact that he was trying made me smile. I waited, watching as his jaw clenched with the need to move, knowing that he was using every ounce of his restraint to stay still, to let me choose.
Finally, just as he opened his mouth to speak, I moved, rising up on to my knees slowly, savoring the sweet drag of him as I went. The hiss of breath he released let me know he felt every inch just as much as I did. I repeated the move, dropping slowly and then rising up again, over and over, watching Enzo’s face closely. After a few moments, I found myself dying for more friction, but I wasn’t about to be the first one to break; it was a battle of wills, and I refused to lose.
It only took another minute of my infuriatingly slow movement before Enzo growled, landing a quick smack on the curve of my butt.
“Come on, baby. Ride me like you fuckin’ mean it.”
Throwing him a victorious smile, I began to increase my pace, my mouth dropping open because it just felt so damn good. With Enzo’s hands still clutching my hips, I raised my arms, catching my hair and lifting it off my sweaty back. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to just feel, letting my body and my instincts guide me.
“Gorgeous,” Enzo said, I think mostly to himself, but the word still sent a thrill through me. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
Opening my eyes, I stared at him, this imperious, arrogant man who never let anyone tell him what to do, yet he continued to accommodate me. He was letting me into places I doubt he ever anticipated, and I could feel my heart expanding, changing and growing and making room for him in return.
Enzo and I fit, and we were gonna stay that way.
Forever.
The thoughts in my head caused my hips to speed up, my rhythm quick and hard as I tried to bring both of us to the finish line. My palms spread on Enzo’s stomach, and as I got close, my orgasm teasing me, just out of reach, I curled my fingers, my blunt nails digging into his hot flesh.
“Mine,” I growled, the possessiveness inside me like nothing I had ever felt before.
