He raises his eyebrows, a hint of amusement mixing with the lust in his hazel orbs.
“Just the tip, remember?” he reminds darkly, mirth in his eyes. He’s not amused enough to free his dimples, but it sends my heart scattering anyway.
I eye him, radiating nervous energy as he plucks at the two bows on either side of my bottoms, freeing me completely. Then, he grips me by the waist and pulls me against his chest. I curl my weak legs around him and loop my arms around his neck, inhaling sharply when I feel his cock brush against me.
Sliding a hand between the valley of my breasts and up my throat, he grips the underside of my jaw and swipes a thumb across my bottom lip.
“I can’t wait to prove you right,” he rasps, sending another tidal wave of shivers skittering throughout my body.
But I’m having trouble processing his words through the thick cloud of lust. “What…？” I breathe, the word ending on a whimper when he nips that sensitive spot right below my ear.
“Just the tip. That’s all you get.”
I bite my lip, both excited and disappointed. I don’t need to take this any further to know I’m going to crave all of him, and even then, I’m not sure it’ll be enough.
“You’re going to make me beg again, aren’t you?” I ask. He pulls back just enough to ensnare my eyes with his own, desire swirling in them like a pit of snakes.
“No, bella, I’m going to make you take it from me. If you want a predator to submit to you, then you need to be stronger.”
He leans forward, brushing his lips along the column of my neck, eliciting sparks of electricity. “So, if you want every inch of my cock filling up your sweet, little pussy, then you better make sure you can handle me.”
In lieu of an answer, I reach between us, my hand circling around his dick. His teeth clench, the muscle thrumming in his jaw. It looks on the verge of bursting, and the moment I feel the head slide along my slit, I know I’m not far behind.
His hands are on my hips and jerking me down, brimming with impatience and hunger. I gasp, shuddering as the tip of his cock fills me, though it’s not nearly enough. He stops me there, and when I try to seat myself further, he resists, his grip turning punishing on my hips.
“That’s all you get,” he reminds me in a hushed voice, a mocking lilt to his tone.
Fine. If he wants to play this game, then I’ll fucking play.
I lean forward, prepared to brush my lips against his, but he turns his head.
“You don’t get to kiss me,” he warns.
Cheater.
The rejection stings, but I don’t let it deter me. So I slide my lips against his jawline and trail my hands down his chest, reveling in the feel of his tense muscles. His body is something to be worshiped, and it's torture knowing I only get one night.
“It seems you have forgotten that you need more of me to come, but I don’t need you,” I say in a hushed tone.
Then, I’m gripping him by the throat and shoving him down until his back lies flat on the stone, dislodging his firm hold on my waist. His head hangs over the edge of the pool, and he stares up at me with utter astonishment, but I’m already straightening my spine.
My hands rove down my body, slowly and sensually, ensnaring his wild gaze like a magnet snapping to its counterpart.
So easy.
When my fingers brush over my sensitive clit, I moan and tilt my head back slightly, showing him just how good I feel.
A growl forms deep in his chest, but he doesn’t scare me. Strength doesn’t only reside in our muscles but in our minds, too. And men—theirs are so easy to bend.
I circle my hips, reminding him of what he’s missing, rubbing my clit harder. My other hand ascends back up to my breast, squeezing tightly as I work to get myself off.
“Fuck,” he curses breathlessly. Once more, his hands are on my hips, gradually tightening.
“Oh, Enzo,” I moan, and his grip loosens, whether in surprise or because he went slack from lust, doesn’t matter. I seat myself entirely onto his cock, biting back a yelp of pain.
His outburst brings a slight grin to my face, the sound a mixture of a roar and a groan. I pant, my face twisting while my body adjusts to his size. Despite how wet and turned on I am, it doesn’t abate the burn.
“Does it hurt, bella?”
“You’re so big,” I choke. Thunder reverberates through his chest, and I think he’s becoming unhinged.
“And you’re going to fucking take it,” he snarls.
Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I readjust my position. I plant my feet on the stone and spread my legs wide, as if I’m crouching over him. His eyes glaze over while I balance myself on his rigid stomach.