Page 53 of Bellini Bound

I wasn’t kidding. I fucked hard and without apology. Slow and tender weren’t even words in my vocabulary. Which meant if we continued down this path, there was a good chance I might hurt her, and even after everything that had transpired between us, I couldn’t stomach the thought. Hell, it was almost enough to kill my erection. The only thing that kept it from wilting was the eager shifting of her hips, seeking out contact.

Fuck it. If she was brave enough to ask for this, I decided to take her at her word that she could handle the consequences.

Lightning-quick, my hand found Allie’s throat, and her eyes widened.

“Are you sure?”

I felt her swallow against my palm. Licking her lips, she didn’t back down. “Yes.”

“I’m going to Hell for this,” I muttered, knowing I would be drowning in self-loathing come morning.

“Weren’t you already headed there?” came the breathy taunt in reply.

A smirk touched my lips. “Touché.”

“What are you waiting for, Enzo? Make me yours.”

I ran my nose along the line of her jaw. “You were mine the minute I laid eyes on you. I just didn’t know it then.”

“Bold statement coming from a man who couldn’t even seal our union with a kiss.”

Instinctively, my free hand came down on her ass, her yelp echoing throughout the space. “So much for pretending. What happened to the shy little thing who blushed at the sight of my bare chest and scurried away after a brief flirtation?” I referenced the all-too-short interaction the night we first met.

With zero hesitation, Allie replied, “She married the hottest man on the planet who’s been outright ignoring her, and she finally realized the only way to get a reaction was by acting bratty.”

“Vixen,” I rasped, my fingers dragging along the outside of her bare thigh. “Tell me something, Mrs. Bellini. What type of underwear does a woman wear under a dress that looks like it was painted onto her ass by the Devil himself?”

“None.”

One four-letter word proved to be my undoing.

The hand collaring her throat dropped to join its twin in tugging up the hem of the shimmery silver fabric. A quick peek down to confirm she’d been telling the truth, and I went damn near feral.

Hitching one of her thighs over my hip, I didn’t waste another second, lining my cock up with her slit, groaning when the heat of her pussy could be felt even through the layers of clothing—on my end—separating us.

I rocked into her as if we were both bare, rolling my hips to imitate the intimate dance the human race had been participating in since thebeginning of time. Palming her ass, I couldn’t get close enough and let out a frustrated growl. Nothing short of skin-on-skin would satisfy me, but that would be pushing the limit. Allie was a virgin; she couldn’t begin to comprehend how rough I could be. And if the clothes came off, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop.

“More.” The demand came as hands ripped at the buttons of my shirt.

Cool air rushed over my chest before two hot little palms landed on my skin, and I knew, I just fucking knew, there was no way we were leaving this room until we both reached release.

Now I just had to figure out how to make that happen without traumatizing her during what would very likely be her first sexual experience with a partner.

Easier said than done with a lust-soaked brain; all my blood pooled below my waist.

Grabbing two overflowing fistfuls of her ass, I lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I relished the bite of her stilettos’ points digging into my back as I resumed my clothed thrusting against her core.

At this point, I’d made peace with coming in my pants like a teenager to avoid causing her a single ounce of pain.

My teeth found the skimpy strap holding her dress in place, tugging it down until one of her cantaloupe-sized breasts spilled free, the stiff peak beyond enticing. Not one to deny myself pleasure, I latched onto that bud, rolling the metal stud pierced through my tongue over it before sucking deeply.

Allie’s hands found my head, clutching me closer to her as she chanted my name.

I repeated the process with the opposite breast, and I wasn’t even close to getting my fill when her touch wandered south, and ten fingertips dug into the firm muscle of my ass, silently urging me to pick up the pace.

When I did, she let out a lewd moan that would have put pornstars to shame.

“Enzo. I want to feel you.”