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“Bene.” He must have been pleased with my answer because a moment later he was jerking me upward. “Sit on my face,” he purred before burying his face into my pussy.

“Holy shit,” I moaned as he devoured me like a starved man eating his last meal. I braced myself on the back of the couch as he sucked and licked, rocking against his mouth and relishing the power this position made me feel.

A shudder rolled through me. My eyes rolled back into my head, my pussy throbbing.

He thrust his tongue inside me. In, out, in, out, faster and faster until my impending orgasm was about to explode. It gathered at the base of my spine before it detonated, just like that.

Before I could catch my breath, he grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

He rose, took a few steps, then grunted, “Cazzo, I can’t wait.”

My back was suddenly pressed against the cold wall, the sensation against my heated skin almost too much to bear. Then he slammed into me, all the way. A scream ripped from mythroat as he stretched me with his cock. My inner walls clenched around him as he fucked me through another orgasm. Tears sprung to my eyes at the intense pleasure building inside me.

He kept rutting into me, my mindless whimpers and moans flowing, mixing with his grunts.

“Ohhh… my… fucking… God.”

His dark chuckle reverberated through me. “Screammyname, wife. Let me hear you say it.”

His left hand came to my throat, caging me against the wall, and then he pulled out until his tip teased at my entrance.

“Enzo… Enzo…” I chanted his name like it was my religion.

My nails dug into his forearms, clinging to him in hopes it would anchor me to reality. Our limbs furiously clashed, the sounds coming from our sweat-slicked bodies creating an atmosphere of pure sin.

Heat blazed hotter in my body and my pussy clenched around his length. His grip on my throat tightened, faint spots dancing across my vision as his thrusts turned savage.

“Enzo,” I sobbed, and it only seemed to spur him on. “Fuck yes.” I gasped. “Please… I’m going to… again…Fuck!”

Friction between our bodies built. Enzo’s chest glistened and taut muscles corded his neck as he fucked me with full force, hitting my G-spot over and over again.

“Ah… Ah… Enzo…” I screamed as white-hot pleasure blazed through me.

Every thought drifted away, leaving behind a delicious numbness. When my husband finally came, his cock twitching and pulsing inside me, I realized this might not be the worst outcome for my future. Not at all.

I lay slumped into him, our breaths heavy and my husband still deep inside me. My eyes drooped when he scooped me up and carried me to the bed.

As he laid me down, his big body wrapped me in his embrace, heating me like a blanket. I buried my face into his warm chest, peppering it with feather-light kisses.

“We have to do this more often,” I murmured, smiling blissfully as sleep pulled me under.

31

PENELOPE

The rich aroma of butter sizzling in a pan yanked me out of my sleep.

I rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom, terrified of what I might find in the mirror. I waited until I’d brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face to finally catch my reflection. Yeah, there was no denying that “thoroughly fucked” looked good on me. In fact, it looked so good that I decided I’d just go to the kitchen and check out what was cooking without brushing my hair.

My feet silent against the floor, I padded to the kitchen and found Enzo at the stove, shirtless and barefoot.

He looked good enough to be on the cover of one of those romance books that Anya was always sending my way.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my mouth on his back while my heart thundered with excitement. It was such a simple thing, yet so familiar. It made me feel all warm inside.

Peeking my head around his strong body, I spotted eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

“You can cook, huh? I’m impressed,” I murmured, ignoring the emotions that bubbled in my chest.