Page 106 of Bellini Bound
My legs were still bound together from the knees down by my pants, and Enzo propped them against his shoulder. Beneath me, there was a slight bounce as the shocks absorbed his full weight settling onto the seat of the bike, even though he kept his feet anchored on the ground. Then he leaned forward, using his torso to put pressure against the back of my thighs, folding me in half.
I was pinned, at my husband’s mercy, and nothing on this earth gave me a greater thrill than letting him have complete control of my body.
Enzo’s arms extended to grip the handlebars above my head for leverage before he lined up at my entrance and drove home in one powerful thrust that ripped a scream from the back of my throat, and a groan from his.
Voice strained, he panted, “Tell me I can fuck you hard, destroy this perfect pussy.”
“Yes!” I dug my nails into his shoulder. “I want it rough.”
That was all the permission Enzo needed before his hips withdrew only to surge forward again. There was no escaping the ruthless pace he set between my thighs, his cock pistoning into me on repeat, hitting just the right spot inside and out with each jarring slam.
“Right there!” I shouted, the knot of pressure coiling low in my belly tightening like a fist.
“You feel so fucking good.”Thrust.“So hot.”Thrust.“So wet.”Thrust.“So goddamn tight it fries my fucking brain.”Thrust.
“I’m so close,” I sobbed, teetering on the edge of what promised to be a life-altering orgasm.
I didn’t know how he managed it, but he worked a hand between us, his rhythm never faltering as his thumb rubbed furious circles over my clit.
That was all it took. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my back bowing as a climax strong enough to separate my soul from my bodyripped through me. The stars he promised me were fully present behind my tightly sealed eyelids as pleasure extended outward from my core.
I barely had time to bask in the aftershocks because Enzo was still pumping into me furiously, chasing his own release with grunts so deep, so primal, they threatened to set me off again.
His thrusts grew erratic, signaling he was close.
Brow furrowed, he gritted out, “Your cunt is pulsing around me like it’s desperate for my cum.”
Clinging to him like he was the only thing anchoring me to this plane of existence, I begged, “Yes, please. Fill me up, Enzo.”
That was enough to set him off.
“Fuck, Allie!” he roared when he came, pounding into me until he was empty, the warmth of his release spilling out from where we were joined as he collapsed.
For a while, we just lay there together, the heaviness of Enzo atop me acting like a weighted blanket, lulling me to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long he’d allowed me to rest, but my eyes snapped open when I felt Enzo pull away. A groan rolled through my chest as he eased my legs down. They were stiff as hell from being held immobile for so long.
No doubt, the ride home was going to be painful from the waist down.
Eyes softening, Enzo took a few minutes to massage the muscles of my thighs and calves before helping to pull up my pants—sans underwear since he’d shredded it earlier. “There’s a bed and breakfast not too far from here. What do you say we grab a room, get you into a hot tub to soak for a bit, and then head home in the morning?”
“Sounds like Heaven.” I sighed.
Once we were both fully clothed again—not that Enzo required much redressing; he’d only shed his jacket and undone his zipper—he cupped my cheeks, dusting his lips over mine in a kiss so tender it made my heart swell.
His thumbs stroked my cheeks. “Thank you for this. You have no idea how much it meant to me.”
“You’re welcome, baby. But just so you know, the ride out here took about twenty years off my life, so I’mneverdoing it again.”
Hearty laughter rolled up his throat. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for sending you to an early grave.” He grabbed my helmet from where it lay discarded on the ground and handed it to me. “Come on, that bath is waiting for you.”
I hummed, smiling at him. “You sure know a way into a girl’s heart.”
Enzo took my hand in his. “The only heart I’ve ever been interested in is yours.”
Cue the swoon, because the bad boy I married was the most romantic man alive—a secret he only shared with me—and I was beyond lucky to be his wife.
Chapter 26
