Page 11 of Sworn to the Enemy

Her hands attack me. Her nails tear at my open shirt, shredding it in the same breath, scraping my chest in wild abandon. I growl as my mouth crashes onto hers, seeking the succor of her mouth, her sensuous lips.

This isn’t a kiss—it’s a goddamn war. It's lips bruising and teeth biting savagely.

It's her tongue battling mine, tasting of whiskey and raw rebellion. It's a ceding of control on both our parts. I want to fuck her until she’s erased from my mind, until I’ve obliterated that night and made her scream my name so loud to everyone within hearing distance.

I want to brand her and make her mine in every way there is, until she has no doubt that as long as this facade goes on, she's mine.

I sink my teeth into her lower lip, sucking it

hard into my mouth. I taste the coppery tang of blood, an apparent telling that I'd drawn it. She moans, a deep, throaty sound that shoots straight to my cock. I feel it rock-hard, pulsating and straining against my pants.

What the fuck is she doing to me? Why do I lose all control with her?

Her fingers twist in my hair and she yanks with a sting that makes me hiss. I pin her tighter, my erection grinding into her stomach, the friction maddening.

“You hate me,” I snarl into her mouth, “but your pussy’s begging for me.” I grind my cock harder against her. She rises on her toes to fit it in her middle. I stab at her. “Feel it, Fina. Feel what you do to me.”

She doesn’t answer, just bites my lip back, hard, as a way of response. Her fire matches mine. Her nails claw at my shoulders, digging into the fabric through to my skin. I feel the scrape of her nails, and I fucking love it, the pain igniting the inferno inside me.

I grab her black top. Not bothering to pull it over her head, to pull away from this all-consuming kiss, I rip it open.

The fabric tears with a satisfying shred, exposing her lacy bra.

I pull away then. Her eyes flick open, lust shimmering in their green depths.

Her lips are red and swollen from my kisses, and her mouth is slightly open to allow a shuddering breath through it.

Mine. All mine.

Breathing hard, my pulse roaring in my ears, I stare down at her. God. She's fucking magnificent.

Her tits are straining, nipples hard as they stab through the thin material. I yank the bra down in one swift motion. Her breasts bounce free. They're pert, full and heavy, the pink buds tight and aching for my touch. They're as I remember them. They're fucking perfect.

I cup them with my hands and they fit snugly as if they're tailor made for my hands.

She gasps and leans up into me as I squeeze them tight.

She shuts her eyes, her pink tongue shooting out to lick her lips.

My cock strains harder against my pants.

I finger her nipples, twiddling them between my thumb and forefinger.

She moans loudly. The sound fuels me, driving me insane.

Her hands go wilder in my hair as I lower my head to her breasts.

I suck one nipple into my mouth, and she cries out.

Her back arches, shoving her tit deeper as her moans echo off the stone walls.

My tongue lashes it ruthlessly, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.

I touch my tongue to it and she shoots off the wall, deeper into my mouth.

I lap at the rosy bud, rolling it between my tongue.

I lower my hands to grip her hips and pull her further into me.

Her hands rake my back, nails carving fiery trails as I lavish undivided attention on her nipple.

Then, I turn my attention to the other nipple and I attack with just the same vigor.

I bite harder, sucking with a wet, sloppy pull that fills the room.

Her gasps turn to desperate whimpers. The sounds from her mouth and the overwhelming smell of her makes my cock throb, leaking pre-cum into my pants.

“Enzo, fuck,” she pants, her voice raw. I pull back and she pulls me back to her with aggravated force.

“Easy, tigress,” I chuckle.

I place a kiss on each breasts, both of them red from the roughness of my hands.

It does something to me, to see the red markings on her skin.

I capture her mouth in mine once again, kissing her slowly this time, letting the gentle stroke of my tongue chase away the earlier roughness. Her hands move to link behind my neck.

I release her mouth to grab her pants. She wiggles her ass to allow me take them off easily. My hands are not gentle as I tear them down with her panties in one savage tug. The fabric rips, leaving her bare.

She's so fucking perfect. Her breasts are a goddamn vision, twin globes that fit in my palms like they were made just for it.

They're full and heavy and red with my possession.

I trail my gaze down to her taut stomach, the perfect sexiness of it.

Her hips are wide, flaring out in a way that begs my hands to grip them, to dig my fingers into the soft flesh.

It leads down to thick and strong thighs, stretching to fucking long legs.

Serafina is made for sin. For the pleasures of my mouth, my hands and my cock. She's made for just me.

“Sei così sexy da morire,” I mutter, dazed by the sight of her.

She smiles, her lips stretching over the white brilliance of her teeth.

She must know what she's doing to me. I let my eyes stay on the mound of flesh guarding her glistening pussy.

So pink, so swollen, the lips parted, dripping with her arousal.

The musky, sweet scent hits me like a shot of morphine.

I drop to my knees, and her eyes, glazed, trail my descent.

The significance of what I'm about to do isn't lost on me.

I'm about to worship her. All the women I've been with, I owned them, they worshipped me, never the other way around.

But Fina is not just any woman. She's my wife, the woman I've sworn to despise, yet she drives me crazy with lust.

My hands grip her thighs, forcing them wide. I nuzzle against the curls on her mound. Her scent is heady. I groan against her pussy and she jerks as the sound reverberates through her.

“You’re fucking soaked, Fina. So wet for me.” She sighs her pleasure and I feel it against my mouth.

I grab a leg and put it over my shoulder, allowing for easy access to her pussy.

I flick my tongue out to her clit. Her hips buck.

Her hands fist in my hair, pulling so hard my scalp burns.

My tongue licks a slow, torturous path up her slit, her taste exploding in my mouth—salty, tangy, addictive.

I feast thoroughly, my tongue swirling her clit, teasing, then sucking hard, drawing it into my mouth like candy.

She grinds her pussy against my face, smearing her juices on my lips, the stubble on my chin.

I growl and she moans, restless against the onslaught of my mouth on her.

I dive deeper, my tongue plunging into her tight hole.

I fuck her with it, thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy in fast motions, tasting every inch.

She's thrashing against me, her hands wild in my hair. She's so wanton for me. I pull out my tongue from her pussy and graze her clit lightly before looking up at her.

Her eyes are heavy lidded, her nose flaring as she looks down at me. My eyes locked on her, I drag my tongue slowly across my lips, savoring her taste—salty, sweet, so fucking addictive—licking every drop.

She’s panting, her chest heaving, her green eyes wide, glazed with lust. She's watching me like I’m a predator. Her lips are parted, a flush creeping up her neck. The way she stares, hungry, almost feral, as I lick her juice off my mouth, makes my cock pulse

I'm hard and aching, ready to fuck her senseless.

Her breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping, and I smirk, knowing she’s turned on by how much I love her taste, how I’m claiming every bit of her.

I want to dive back in, eat her until she’s screaming again, but the way she’s looking at me, like she wants to devour me too, has me ready to bury my cock in her and make her taste herself on my tongue.

But I need to pace myself for her pleasure.

I turn my attention back to her pussy and flex my fingers.

I put my mouth back on hers before I shove three fingers inside her and she gasps out loud, her fingers pulling at my hair.

Her pussy clenches around my hand. She's so wet for me, and it fills me with a sense of satisfaction that she's so fucking responsive.

The slick sounds of my fingers fucking her fill the air, lewd, filthy, perfect. I curl my fingers, hitting that spongy spot deep inside. She shakes, her moans turning to ragged sobs. “Don’t you fucking stop,” she begs, her voice breaking.

I laugh against her cunt, the vibration making her tremble. I suck her clit harder, my fingers slamming into her, stretching her. She’s quaking, her screams bouncing off the walls, raw and unhinged.

She’s close, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, but I want her shattered. I slow my tongue, teasing her clit with featherlight flicks, and she curses, “You bastard, don’t stop!”

I give in, sucking her clit with a wet, greedy pull.

My fingers pound her faster, and she comes.

It's earth-shattering. Her pussy convulses, her juices flooding my mouth, dripping down my chin.

I drink her down, licking her through every shudder, every scream.

Her thighs tremble uncontrollably, her hands limp in my hair. Her body is a quivering mess.

I pull my fingers from Fina’s dripping pussy, her tight walls still pulsing from the orgasm I just ripped out of her. I stand, my cock screaming for release. I bring my fingers to her lips, slick with her sweet, musky juices.

“Taste yourself. Taste how fucking sweet you are.”