knife. “Hard. Fuck. One that has you sore for days. One that reminds you of the man that I am.” His teeth sink into my ear, and a groan escapes me as I push back against him.
“Is that what you want? Long. Hard. Strokes?” he purrs in my ear.
“Yes, please…” I beg without even realizing what it is I’m going to get.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I do, coming face to face with him. He is naked, the night sky gleaming over his body. His muscles are well defined, and he is just as attractive as the day I met him, if not more.
“Fuck. Me,” I growl at him like a wild cat. In an instant, I’m being lifted and impaled by his cock. He slams me against the wall so hard the air shoves from my lungs, and pictures rattle against the wall. I smile, piercing his back with my nails.
“You see that cock entering that sweet little cunt of yours…” His eyes shift down to where we are joined as I watch him enter me with an intensity most would be afraid of.
“Yes,” I moan. My body is buzzing with electricity, my eyes flickering closed as I feel my orgasm building.
“When you come on this cock, I want you to know that it’s yours. It belongs to you.” His hand comes up to grip me by the throat once again. He applies enough pressure to set me off, pushing me off that cliff and into a euphoric-like state.
I’m still coming down from my high when he places me on the bed face down, ass up. He drives into me harshly, my whimpers muffled into the bedsheets as he holds me by the back of the neck.
“Remember, I am the king,” he growls, his fingers biting into my flesh. Another orgasm forms and runs through me like a lightning bolt. I can hear our flesh smacking against one another’s, feeling his hardness penetrating so deep. I feel as if he is a part of me.
“Yes!” I cry out just as I feel him pulsing inside of me. His cock throbs until he explodes, filling me with everything that made him who he is. When he slips out of me, I wince but smile, loving the feeling that resonates through me.
He gets up from behind me and disappears into the bathroom. I can hear the water running as I just lie there on the mattress. Returning with a warm washcloth, he spread my legs and places it against my center. He is as much the man I loved then as he is today, and I have failed to realize that.
He flops down beside me, staring at me as a tear escapes my eyes, hurt that I almost broke us when we didn’t even need fixing.
“Amara, what’s wrong? Was I too rough?” he asks, concern forms in his features as he reaches forward, wiping my tears away.
“Nothing. No. It is perfect. Everything I want...” I trail off, unsure of how to explain what I’m feeling.
“What is it then?” he questions, confused by my words versus my actions. “Did I hurt you?” He seems worried as I ponder the best way to lay it all out.
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s not it at all. I’m…” I stumble around the words. He wouldn’t be angry, would he?
“You what? Fucking spit it out, Amara.” His words come out laced with frustration at my stalling.
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper those two words at him, and the air changes instantly.
His eyes grow wide, and terror fills my belly.
Enzo
Did she just say she’s fucking pregnant?
I’m not sure if I should be happy as hell that she’s carrying our child inside of her again, or be pissed that I have just fucked her so brutally. What if I hurt her? Hurt our child?
I can see the trepidation forming within her, the desire to have me accept her words. She wants me to be happy, and fuck, I am.
“Say something, anything… Enzo, please.” I can see the tears falling from her eyes again, just as they had moments ago.
“I’m… I can’t… why didn’t you tell me before. Why did you let me be so rough with you?”
“I was scared… When we had Gia, you changed so much. You became so tender and kind, and even though I do love that part of you, I love the other part too. I was scared with another baby you would change even more.”
I turn onto my side and grab her, pulling her