Present Day
I smiled at the memories of our wedding and engagement. They helped calm my nerves as I sat on the bed in the conjugal room, the door closing behind the guard as he left the room.
I peeled my outfit from my body, revealing my white lace bridal lingerie underneath.
Unfortunately, soon after we got married, one of the clerks recognized Enzo, and he was arrested, so we didn’t get to have our wedding night. This was the first time we’d be sleeping together as husband and wife.
I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on a chair in the room. I sat on the bed again, fidgeting nervously. How long would it be before they finally brought in Enzo?
My pulse raced, my heart hammering against my chest. My body buzzed with anticipation as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, impatience setting in.
I heard an audible click! The door creaked open, and there he was.
My husband. The only man who ever deserved the title, and as far as I was concerned, the only one that ever counted.
His eyes darkened as his gaze raked over me, and he quickly shut the door behind him, shielding me from the guards’ view.
I took in the sight before me; Enzo, with his hair neatly coiffed, his mustache perfectly shaped, his knuckles bruised, and his eyes burning with unbridled possessiveness.
His eyes roamed, inhaling sharply at the sight of my lingerie. He stepped forward, confident as if he couldn’t help himself but get closer to me.
“Are you sure you want this?” he rasped, everything about him exuding hunger.
I knew that I was. Refusing to let Mark haunt me from the grave and keep me from my well-deserved happiness and pleasure, I sauntered toward my husband. I closed the distance between us, my fingers wrapping around the collar of his jumpsuit as I gripped it tightly.
The air vibrated with tension as I looked into his eyes, my expression speaking to him without words.
“You are,” he husked, his eyes blazing dangerously. He gripped my waist, backing me up until my legs hit the bed, and I fell backward onto it.
Enzo’s lips met mine, our mouths melding as his tongue wrestled mine, hot and needy. There was no room for second thoughts, just raw passion.
He hooked his fingers in my panties and garter belt, pulling them down as I went rigid.
He stopped, letting my lingerie fall to my ankles as he regarded me. “If you want me to stop, tell me now, love,” he warned. “Because once I have you, it might just kill me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, tugging at his jumpsuit, the buttons unsnapping as I pulled it down to his waist.
He searched my expression, making sure that I meant it, before he lifted my legs, settling them above his shoulders as he knelt by the bed, dragging my hips toward his face.
“Enzo?” I breathed.
“I need to taste what’s mine,” he rasped, and his touch branding, claiming. His mouth found my pussy, already soaking for him, and he licked my entire slit. I moaned, gripping the sheets as his blue eyes locked on mine, his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, my hands sliding to his hair as my hips moved of their own accord, rubbing my clit against his tongue. He groaned, his fingers sliding up my inner thighs before he circled my entrance, and I bucked in response. “Please!” I shouted.
“My little wife asking so nicely,” he husked, shoving his fingers inside me. My eyes crossed as he curled them, stroking my G-spot so expertly that tears welled in my eyes.
“What am I to you?” he asked against my clit, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh.
“Mine,” I panted, the words sending a thrill through me.
“Your what?” he teased between licks, flicking his tongue expertly, and a single tear escaped.
“My husband,” I moaned. “You’re my husband.”
“That’s a good little wife,” he hummed, the vibrations making white-hot pleasure spear through my clit. “Remember our vows, baby. We forsook all others. That means this,” he kissed my clit. “This is all mine. Only I can do this to you, love. Only I can touch you, and only I can make you scream.”
He leaned in and nipped my clit, raking his fingers across my g-spot, and I shouted, starts bursting behind my eyes as I shuddered. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, drowning me with the intensity of its force.
“Fuck, that’s right, my little wife, cover my face with your release,” he groaned, gently lapping at my clit as I writhed beneath him.
When my orgasm waned, Enzo stood, shrugging off his jumpsuit. I admired the hard planes of his abs, his sculpted muscles, and the intricate tattoos covering his skin. He leaned over me, pressing the straps of my outfit down my arms and pulling it off me.
He gripped one of my legs, holding it flush against his shoulder, and positioned his hard, veiny cock against my entrance. I was startled, too caught up in the afterglow as he pushed inside me slowly, feeding me every thick inch.
“Enzo,” I whispered, breathless as he filled me, bottoming out inside me, losing himself in the wet heat of my cunt, already pulsing around him greedily.
He moved in a slow, steady rhythm as he shuttled in and out of me. His teeth clenched, and his jaw ticked, and he fisted the sheets on either side of my face.
He was holding himself back, I realized. He was gentle and patient, easing me back into pleasure with tender care.
But that’s not what I signed up for.
“Don’t hold back,” I whispered.
His face twisted in visible agony. “Amara…”
“I need you . Not the muted, watered-down version of you, Enzo. I need the real you, raw and unfiltered. I accepted you as the way you are, all rough edges and sharp thorns,” I breathed, reaching up. I raked my nails down his back, and he arched, hissing, his eyes dark and feral.
“I married you , and don’t you dare keep my husband from me now. I need you more than ever. Fuck me , Enzo,” I urged.
He shuddered, still hesitant, hanging on to his control by a thread as he slowly pushed himself inside me.
I reached for his hair and gripped it, twisting it as he inhaled sharply at the sting. “I give myself to you, mind, body, and soul. Now give yourself to me, my love. Give me everything . Claim me!”
He let out a haunted groan as the last of his control snapped, and his hand gripped my throat roughly as he speared inside me.
I moaned, pleasure consuming every nerve as he thrust, his cock banishing every trace of anyone there before him. His grip was tight, barely letting me breathe, and he changed his angle, making my eyes roll back as he took over. Enzo was animalistic now, a feral beast as he pressed his body against mine, reaching between our bodies as he stroked my sensitive clit.
“You want to be claimed, my little wife?” he groaned, impaling me repeatedly. “You want the monster? Here I am.”
I cried out, rapture barreling through me, my vision going white as I splintered, fracturing into a million pieces under him. I screamed, repeating his name as he kept up his bruising pace, prolonging my release, the intensity only building.
He roared as he lost himself inside me, exploding as I thrashed beneath him, and he filled me with his hot seed. Moans fell from my lips, and I wrapped my legs and arms around him, cementing him to me.
“You’ll never be rid of me now,” he declared, chuckling against my neck as he sucked, leaving little marks.
“Good,” I sighed, gripping his knuckles as I frowned. “You need to stop fighting.”
“You keep me grounded, mi angelo,” he confessed.
I smiled, holding him to me, refusing to let him go.
And I never did.
Even with cold steel bars between us, our love had never been caged. One day, he’d break out of here toward the life we were always meant to have, hand in hand, where we were always meant to be.
And there wasn’t anything or anyone in this world that could stop us.