Page 86 of Bellini Bound
“How much time do we have?” My hips bucked, torn between moving forward to gain more friction against my clit or shifting backward to feel his hot length pressed against my ass.
“Enough for me to make you come at least twice in bed, then again in the shower.”
I sighed dramatically. “Guess that’ll have to do.”
Enzo bit down on my shoulder, just hard enough that I let out a throaty groan. He licked the place where a bruise would soon blossom. “Can’t have you forgetting you’re mine while you’re off saving the world.”
“No better way to ensure that than to have your cum leaking out of me during a twelve-hour shift on my feet.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he rumbled, his fingers picking up the pace.
“Feels so good.” I clutched at his forearm resting atop my stomach.
“Damn, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before, baby. You’re fucking dripping.”
He dipped inside me, using the heel of his palm to grind against my clit while using two fingers to stroke that secret spot that acted like a detonator on my orgasm.
I cried out, all my muscles growing taut as I writhed against him, pleasure bursting through my nerve endings with such force that my vision darkened and my hearing dropped out.
“Holy shit,” I panted, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
“I’m fucking addicted to watching you come, Allie.”
Breathless laughter fell from my lips. “You don’t say.” The man was downright ravenous for me. Not that I was complaining.
“I’m in a generous mood. You can have the first taste.”
He removed his hand from between my thighs, but when it entered my field of vision, I gasped, scrambling out of bed.
Chapter 22
Enzo
Stillgroggyfromsleep,it took me a minute to process the sudden absence of warmth against my chest.
Blinking a few times, my eyes landed on my frantic wife as she yanked the sheets off my naked body, ordering, “Get up.”
“What?” I rubbed at my eyes, and she let out a shriek.
“Oh my God! Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” It was too fucking early for this. She wasn’t making any sense.
Her eyes slammed shut, and she groaned, “This is embarrassing enough already.”
My brows drew down. “What the hell is going on?”
Voice whisper-quiet, she said, “I need to clean the sheets.”
“The sheets . . .” My words trailed off when I peeked down and saw the red stain in the spot she’d recently vacated. Then I lifted my hand and saw the two fingers that had been inside here were coated in blood.
Thiswas what she was freaking out about?
“Come back to bed, Allie. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Her eyes popped open. “We can’t. . .” She shook her head. “Well, I meanIcan’t . . .”
I beckoned her with my clean hand. “You can and you will.”
