Page 83 of Twisted Embrace

He allowed another series of deep growls to permeate the space before cracking his hand against my skin four more times. The moment was blissful, completely euphoric and I couldn’t draw in enough air into my lungs.

Seconds later, he pressed the full weight of his body against mine, grinding his hips back and forth until my mouth watered. The man knew exactly how to turn me on, keeping me lightheaded and in near desperate need.

“You didn’t properly say good morning, my precious jewel.” He bit down on my shoulder as he thrust several fingers inside my aching pussy, plunging hard and fast.

“Oh, yes. You are so…” I had no words for the way he made me feel, the excitement continuing to build.

When I didn’t complete my sentence, he flexed his fingers open, pumping so savagely that within seconds, I could sense an orgasm riding a cresting wave.

“Yes? What am I?” he muttered, the darkness of his voice creating a swarm of butterflies in my stomach.

“Everything.” I hung my head as he continued to torment me, my pussy muscles clamping around his fingers, pulling them in even deeper.

“As it should be.” His laugh was possessive, just like the rest of the man. He continued thrusting until I knew I couldn’t take the extreme pleasure much longer.

“Please. May I come?” I don’t know how I managed to utter a single word, my mind so fractured that the thoughts racing through it were crazed, my desire overwhelming.

He said nothing for a few seconds, continuing his delicious assault on my senses. Then he nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck. “Come for me, princess. Come on my fingers.”

As always happened when he issued a command, there was no holding back, no possibility that I could do otherwise. A rush of adrenaline hit a wall of intense rapture and my legs began to buckle. He wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me in place as the climax ripped through me like a tidal wave.

I heard my scattered moans but they seemed surreal, as if I was standing outside of myself looking down. One incredible roar of ecstasy turned into a wave, my entire body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

He plunged harder, sliding his thumb into my asshole and I wasn’t certain I could take any more.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh…” As the jolt of electricity began to subside, I threw my head back, allowing the water to splash across my face. I wasn’t certain if the dangerous man knew what he was doing to me.

“Good girl,” he whispered hoarsely as he removed his fingers, turning me around then cupping both sides of my face. “Look at me, my soon to be wife.”

My eyelids were heavy, but I did as he asked, studying his shimmering eyes. They reflected so many emotions instead of darkness. I sensed how close he felt, the need in him building. His possessiveness only continued to grow. If anyone ever dared to touch me again, they would face his wrath.

The thought was riveting as well as comforting.

Enzo pressed kisses across my forehead to my nose. Then he brushed his lips across mine, tenderly darting his tongue inside my mouth. When he pulled his head away, I issued a series of mews, which made him smile.

“Is my beautiful baby hungry this morning?”

“Yes.” I dragged my tongue across my lips.

“Good. Because I’m very much in need.” He pushed me to my knees, fisting my hair as he looked down with love in his eyes. “Suck me, my jewel. I need to feel your wet mouth around my cock.”

His shaft was fully engorged, the tip already purple, the veins on both sides standing proud. As soon as I wrapped my hand around the base, his cock throbbed. I craved to taste his sweet cum, having it trickle down the back of my throat. I loved how he held me tightly, controlling every aspect as he did with all things in his life.

Purring, I slipped one hand between his legs, rolling his balls between my fingers. They were swollen, so full my anticipation continued to grow. I blew across his cockhead, barely darting my tongue across his sensitive slit. He pounded his fist on the shower wall, his breathing immediately labored.

“Don’t tease me, my princess, or I won’t go easy on you.”

“You know I like it rough.” I slid my tongue around the tip, taking it just inside my mouth and sucking. Then I pulled out as I squeezed his testicles with just enough pressure that he issued a scattered moan.

“Then rough you will have. Suck me.” He jutted his hips forward and I wrapped one hand around the base, twisting it back and forth as I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, taking him down an inch at a time.

As I swirled my tongue back and forth, he muttered words in Italian. I loved hearing his native language, the sensual tone just as enticing as the man. I closed my eyes, using my strong jaw muscles to suck. Then I pulled off again, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft. When I pulled one ball into my mouth, he threw his head back, his growl predatory and full of angst.

I knew he wouldn’t allow me to play but for so long. I savored the flavor, the muskiness everything I craved. As I pulled the other one into my mouth, sliding my tongue in circle after circle, he grasped both sides of my head.

“God, woman. You drive me insane.”

When I released his testicle, I blew hot air across both, purring loud enough he would hear. Every guttural sound he made fueled the fire already burning brightly. I adored being lost in the man, our private moments stolen. That made the passion white-hot, the need explosive.

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