Page 26 of Enemy of Ours #1
ROMEO
I feel like a man possessed; my heart is going to beat right out of my ribcage, all because of the gorgeous creature in my arms. I still can’t believe this is real and happening. After waiting for years, she’s finally right where she belongs. Safe in my arms and all mine.
I shiver as she runs her fingers through my hair again, almost like she can’t stop touching me, and I don’t want her to.
Our bedroom is just down the hallway; the doors are already open to the massive master suite.
I made sure that the room features all-white stucco walls, white marble flooring, and light wood furniture so that she can still see the shapes of everything without tripping.
I want her to be able to relax and not worry about falling over anything in her new environment, but knowing her, she’ll have the layout with Sofia in no time.
I wanted to show her the other room I had made just for her… I don’t think I would have made it without touching her, making her mine in every way. I’ll just have to leave that as a surprise for another day, maybe after I tell her she’s my wife and she won’t hate my fucking guts.
“Where are we? I can feel the cool breeze and smell the salt water from the sea,” she questions, turning her head to glance around, and gasps when she sees the outline of three sets of double French doors that lead out onto a stone balcony that overlooks the sea on a cliff.
I bought this estate for the views; it’s built into the side of a cliff, and the Mediterranean Ocean stretches for miles with teal colors that leave you in awe.
I figured when the sun is at its brightest, she could paint out here.
Watching the shapes of the waves, smelling the fresh salty air, and feeling the sun warm her inside and out.
I just want her to be happy here. Actually, not just here.
Mainly, wherever I go, I want her to call home.
I’m gently laying her on the bed, devouring the sight of the way her naked porcelain skin and freckles are the most beautiful thing on the deep red silk sheets.
I want to trace my lips over every freckle I’ve counted over the years and take my time to map her body out with my tongue.
She relaxes back into the white pillows with a peaceful sigh, her red hair a halo spread out around her, something I’ve been imagining for a long time.
“Are you going to stare all day or do something about me being naked in your bed?” She leans up and grips my shirt, pulling until my body is hovering over hers with my thigh between her spread legs.
“Our bed.” I correct her, kissing her deeply before she can respond.
I swallow her moan, not wanting to come up for air. I want to steal her oxygen and then give it back to her without breaking our lips apart. She drives me crazy and makes me feel like a psychopath who would literally do anything for her.
My girl. My only girl. My wife.
Fuck. That last thought fuels my desire, kissing her harder.
I take her bottom lip between my teeth and pull until I taste a small hint of copper.
She gasps loudly, and I release it with a wet pop, smoothing the bite as I lick into her mouth, kissing her until she’s breathless and withering under me.
Her hot little cunt grinds against the muscle of my thigh, moving her hips in a rhythm that’s starting to become desperate.
My cock is hard and leaking cum in my trousers; I can’t stop myself from grinding onto her hip, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Romeo?” She pushes away, dropping her head back onto the pillows, and stares up at me with wide, terrified, cloudy green eyes.
“Yes, Kitten?” I mutter, leaning down with my hands on either side of her shoulders to trail kisses along her jaw and bite softly at her neck. I suck her skin between my teeth so my marks are displayed for anyone to see.
Mine.
“You’re huge,” she blurts out, making me lean away in confusion and watch her luscious lips part on another gasp as I grind my cock against her hip.
“It will fit. You were made for me.” I promise her, understanding the fear, but I plan on getting her plenty wet for my cock so it will slide into her tight cunt with ease.
“That thing is not going anywhere near my vagina.” She scrunches her nose, her brown eyebrows crinkle together in worry, and the scars around her eyes stand out.
I bend my elbows so I’m in a pushup position above her body and gently kiss the corner of her eye, right on the web-like scar, and feel her lashes flutter against my cheekbone.
“You’re perfect, you know that? I’m obsessed with you, Iris.
I haven’t even looked at another woman since you looked at me with those big, green eyes of yours.
That hasn’t changed one bit. I still see you, and I know you can see me too, but just in a different way now.
” I grab her wrist, guiding her hand inside my open shirt, and place the palm of her hand right over my rapidly beating heart.
She flexes her hand on my skin, sliding her fingers over my chest, exploring with this imploring look on her face.
“What?” I ask, trailing my lips across the bridge of her nose, finally tracing her freckles with them, moving to the other scars on the left side of her face.
“For a big, bad, scary don, you really are a big teddy bear.” She starts to grin, her lips parting with a twinkling laugh that makes my heart skip a beat.
“No. I’m still the bad guy, but not in your story, Kitten. I’m your dark knight to slay all your enemies.” I take in her gasp as she processes my words, as if it’s my last chance for oxygen, while my lips descend onto hers in a hungry kiss.
She moans in pleasure, something unleashing in her as she duels her tongue against mine for dominance while her fingers make quick work of unbuttoning my shirt.
I sit up on my knees between her spread thighs, groaning at the sight of her, and shove my shirt off my shoulders, throwing it somewhere behind me.
I dive back on top of her, instantly sucking her stiff nipple into my mouth, tugging on it, and licking it until it is shiny before moving over to worship her other one that’s just as hard.
“Oh. Oh god. Why does that feel so good?” she whines, arching her back for more as she grips my hair and pulls me closer to her breasts.
“Because I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” I struggle to suppress the growl that's rising up my throat, a jealous heat coursing through my veins.
If any man touches her, I’ll kill him. I’ll cut his eyes out for even looking in her direction and send them in the mail later on as a get-well-soon care package.
Possessiveness takes hold of me. I bite down on her nipple, loving the loud shriek she lets out, her body writhing under me with desire. So needy. Just the way I like her.
I freeze as I feel her hand slowly, almost shyly, trail down my abdominal muscles, making them twitch at her touch, but she keeps going.
She grabs my belt, tugging hard enough that my hips jerk forward, rubbing against her inner thigh again.
She grows bolder, lightly caressing over my zipper, while I grunt and remain motionless.
As soon as I feel her fingers tracing the length of my cock, and she tries to wrap them around me but can’t connect since my cock is thick. I lose my fucking mind.
“Kitten, that’s some dangerous territory. You better stop before my control snaps.” My voice is husky, laced with desire as I grind my cock into her hand, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Fuck. You destroy me. You're so perfect for me, Pet. Grip me harder.”
“Romeo, you’re so big.” She bites her bottom lip, her head tilted down as she strokes over my pants before bringing her hand back to my belt and tugging the leather through its loops until it’s hanging loose on either side of my hips.
She stops, looking up at me with a raised brow as I run my hands up and down both of her thighs.
So soft.
“Yes.” My voice comes out deep as my throat muscles strain. I groan as she shifts her gaze back down towards my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. “Can you see me, Pet? How hard I am only for you?”
She blinks her cloudy green eyes, remaining silent while she torments me by pulling my hard cock out and giving it one long stroke from tip to base. I shove my pants down the rest of the way and kick them away just as she runs her fingernail along the vein on my cock, making me shudder.
“I can see the shape of you, but it’s better feeling you instead. Soft like velvet but so hard,” she states with a squeeze, killing me with the innocent way she touches me, exploring with slight hesitation.
“That feels good. Squeeze me harder, like this.” I grunt in pleasure as I wrap my larger hand around hers and show her how to stroke my cock.
A bead of pre-cum leaks out of my tip, her hand stopping when she feels it on her next stroke.
She rubs her thumb over the slit in slow circles that are making me throb in her hand, and I’m trying not to snap my hips forward into her fist. I don’t dare blink as she looks up in my general direction, bringing her thumb to her parted mouth and rubbing my cum back and forth, smearing it on her plump lips.
She lets out a moan as she very slowly pokes her tongue out and licks, tasting me.
“You taste good too.” She moans, sucking the tip of her thumb to get all the cum off.
My control snaps.
I lean on one arm and wrap my other hand around her swan-like neck, feeling her pulse skip a beat before pounding like a hummingbird. It engulfs her whole throat, and I open and close my hand so she knows what it’s like for me to cut off her oxygen.
“Don’t play games with me, Kitten. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll pass out. And then I’ll do it all over again.” I threaten, releasing her throat and drifting my palm down the center of her chest, over her concave stomach, and right to her pussy with a grind of my hand on her clit.