Page 163 of A Deal in Darkness
“I’m not, baby. Your cunt’s so fucking sweet. I’m going to enjoy worshiping it. Regularly. My dicks are going to paint it with my come as they’re baptized in yours. Fuck, Adi. I’m never going to stop fucking you.”
His hand presses on my stomach and I practically swoon for the demon who’s impaling me on his fucking massive cocks.
“Perfect, baby.”
Enzo’s eyes darken and gold flecks shine as the red sparks in them burn brighter. He exhales and moves, thrusting slowly until he’s sure I’m enjoying this.
And I am enjoying this.
There’s an exquisite mix of agony and ecstasy, both mingling and heightening the other. I’m feeding off the feelings course through me as my pussy begs for more, seeking more of whatever Enzo’s giving me. My back arches and the change in angle makes this more pleasurable and Enzo fucks me until we’re both on the verge of climax.
My pussy clenches around his dicks, and he hisses.
“So fucking tight. Strangle my cocks, sweet girl. Fucking strangle them.”
I snatch air as my lungs burn and my heart pounds hard enough to make my chest ache. My fingers grip the sheet and I cling on, holding on to anything that keeps me sane. I’m about to lose control, about to shatter, and I stare up at Enzo, losing myself in everything he is.
Everything we are.
His control breaks, and his pace quickens. Enzo’s chasing his high—our high—and I break apart, screaming as I come so fucking hard white light explodes in my vision. Pleasure crashes onto me and I scream his name over and over until he roars and finds his release, coming deep inside me.
Enzo drops his head and looks as dazed as I feel. I’m swimming in bliss, lost in desire and he nods, also incoherent.
He’s gentle as he withdraws and I gasp, suddenly empty.
“I’ve got you, baby girl.”
His body collapses next to mine and he throws his arm over me, pulling me against him. We lie close, breathing as one, our hearts beating in unison.
“Fuck, Adriana, you’re going to kill me.”
I doubt it. “You’re not dying on me.”
He snorts.
“You’ve put a fucking baby inside me. You’re not getting out of raising it that fucking easily.”
Enzo laughs and pulls himself up the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He grabs me and hauls me onto him, dropping his head over my shoulder and his arms wrap around me.
“How are you feeling about that?”
“Unsure.” I sigh. “It’s too soon for me to know what I think, Enzo.”
He waits.
And I adore him for it.
This is Enzo at his softest. He’s holding me, stroking me and giving me everything I need. He’s strong and certain, immovable and sure—but he’s supporting me as I take whatever I need from him. He’s giving me all he is and all he possesses. He’s the buttress that bolsters me from the storm raging in and around me, and I’d be lost without him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.
“No, Enzo, not yet.” I wrap my hand around him and pull him against me. “I just want to sit with this—with all of this—for a while and figure it out. About Eva. About me. About the baby.”
He sucks air through his teeth and stiffens.
“Promise me you’ll come to me when you’re ready.”
“It’s a deal.”
