Page 161 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
“Does having a classroom full of children make you want children of your own? Or does it steer you away from the topic?” he asked.
My eyes connected with his as a bottle of chilled wine was set on our table. I watched him, his eyes never wavering as the waiter poured us each a glass. Then he left the wine on the table and stepped away from our quiet little corner.
“I know having children is expected of me,” I said.
“That isn’t what I asked,” Enzo said.
“Does the answer to the question matter?”
“To me? It does. Your opinion and your wants and desires for your life will always matter to me, Serena. Do you want children or no?”
I furrowed my brow as my eyes dropped to my wine glass. I settled back in my chair, relaxing as I brought the glass to my lips. My legs stretched underneath our table, the full-length tablecloth covering my lower body.
Then I felt a heat present itself at my ankles.
It was Enzo’s leg. Resting solidly against mine.
Like he was trying to hold me up.
“I do want children,” I said. “But I don’t want to teach and raise children.”
“So, you want children, but simply later in life,” Enzo said.
“Something like that. I want to be there for my children. I want to be the one constant in their lives they can always rely on. My mother was that for me. I want to be that for them.”
“You say ‘children’. Does that mean you want multiple?”
“I do, yes.”
“How many?” he asked.
“Three. Maybe four? I have three older brothers and growing up in a big family was a lot of fun. It came with its difficulties and my mother needed help sometimes, but I was never alone. I don’t want my children to ever feel alone in the family I create for them.”
“They won’t be.”
“There’s that confidence again,” I said with a grin.
“Doesn’t take confidence to see the dedication you’ll have to our children.”
Our children.
Enzo and I’s children.
I blushed at his comment as I took another sip of my wine. He grabbed his glass and joined me as a silence poured over our table. The waiter came to take our order and I was glad to put in one. My stomach was two ticks away from whale-calling in the middle of the best restaurant in town, and the last thing I wanted to do was embarrass myself.
Which I was suddenly concerned about.
I felt Enzo’s foot slowly creeping up and down my leg. I fluttered my eyes to him and smirked, but all he did was return the expression. I could feel my skin heating and my chest flushing red. I could see his eyes taking in the way he affected me, and there was something raw about being exposed to him like this.
“You really are a tease,” I said.
“Women have a tendency to enjoy that,” Enzo said.
“You seem to be an expert on that topic.”
“Of women? I pride myself in understanding them.”
“Understanding them? You should write a book. You’d make millions,” I said.
“And give away all my trade secrets? That doesn’t sound like a very good deal to me.”
“You won’t need those trade secrets once you’re married. There isn’t much I expect of you, but being faithful is one of those expectations.”
I watched his face grow stern as he pulled away from my leg. He leaned over the table and set his wine glass down before his forearms rested on the tablecloth. I felt a sense of fear drape over me. It was about to happen. He was about to turn into the man I thought he was. Commanding and cold, just like he’d been that morning.
But instead, he reached for my hand.
“Out of all the things I could do to you, and out of all the things that are rightfully mine as your husband, I will never take something that you do not give me of your own free will. I will not force you to love me or make love to me. I will not force you to have children if you don’t want them. But one thing you can rest assured on is that when we are married, you are mine and only mine. Which means I am yours, and only yours. I treat what is mine with respect and honor. They deserve nothing less.”
His amber eyes were locked onto mine as my breathing began to shallow out. He spoke with a reverence I had only ever heard in my dreams. The strength in his voice and the confidence behind his words… it ignited something in me. I curled my fingers around his hand and leaned forward, then got up and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
“You really do talk with a great deal of confidence,” I said.
And when I pulled back, I found him grinning at me.
A grin that fluttered the insides of my body.
Chapter 9
Enzo
We stumbled into my apartment, all lips and tongue and teeth. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her to the first surface I could get her on. I pulled her dress over her head, exposing her soft, malleable skin. She was as luscious as the first time I’d laid my lips on her, and my fingertips traced her familiar curves.
She kissed down my neck, nipping at me as I rid her of her underwear. I picked her up, my hands cupping her ass while her legs wrapped around me. My cock was throbbing against my pants. Aching to be between her legs. I pinned her to the window and watched it fog around her. The glass soaked up her heat as her body shivered with the cold.
“Enzo. Oh my gosh.”
I gripped her chin, tilting her gaze to mine. Serena’s deep hazel eyes were blown wide with lust, her body betraying her every second. I cupped her breast, massaging her tit to life as she rolled her hips against me. I could feel her arousal drenching my pants as my cock strained to be closer to her.
I guided her lips to mine before I started working my pants down. I stepped out of them, my cock dripping onto the skin of her thigh. I laced our fingers together and pinned her hands to the wall, feeling her breath pant against mine.
She tasted so sweet, and I knew she would feel like heaven around my cock.
In one thrust, I slid into her. Into the warmth I would forever call home. Her heels dug into the curvature of my back, her body spreading for me as my cock pressed against her walls. She moaned and whimpered, sounds pouring from her delicate lips as her eyes fluttered shut. Her juices were dripping down my balls, coating the insides of my thighs as she begged for me.
“Please, Enzo. Faster. Go… go faster.”
I snapped against her body as I pinned her to the window. The whole of Chicago was below me while Serena’s ass slid up the glass with every thrust I dealt. She was shivering. Shaking with pleasure and losing control of herself. My cock grew thick against her walls, pulsing with the need to release.
“Serena. Fuck.”
Faster and faster I went, fucking her up the window and pulling her back down to me. Her legs grew weak and fell from my back, dangling helplessly off the floor as I fell further into her body. I was losing myself in her. Convincing myself I would have this beautiful body for the rest of my life. The things I would do to her. The positions I would tangle her up in and the places I would have her. She would never go another ni
ght in her life without gasping for more. She would never go another second without knowing someone was there for her.
I pressed my lips to her neck, nibbling on her skin as she wiggled against my body.
“Enzo. Yes. It’s… so close. I’m… it’s hap-... yes, Enzo. Yes!”
Her body arched into mine and I released her hands. I cloaked the small of her back, pulling her hips closer to me as I buried myself in her dripping pussy. My cock twitched, coating her walls with threads of come that shot from my body. My toes curled into the hardwood floors of my home as her hands gripped my hair.
Her body shook in the palms of my hands. I peeled her from the window and she collapsed into me, nothing but a weightless body spent from a night of passion. My wobbling legs carried her over to the couch so I could lay us down. I slid my cock from her legs and felt our juices sliding from her body onto my skin.
And I enjoyed every second of it.
I laid us down on my plush couch and she curled into me. Her naked body was pressed as deep as she could get as her eyes fluttered closed. I pulled a blanket over us to make sure she was warm, then I took a second to study her face. How her cheeks were flushed with fulfilled desire and her hair was mangled with lust. I brushed it from her face and took in her rounded features, admiring the woman that would become my wife.
“Serena?”
“Hmm?”
“You can stay here with me, if you’d like,” I said.
“Better get used to it,” she said.
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
I watched her breathing even out as she laid there on my arm. The blanket draped over her curves, accentuating the beautiful swell of her hips. Her warm, wet leg was tossed over mine, falling into the part between my thighs. Her heat blanketed me like a wool winter coat on a cold December night. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She looked peaceful, despite our rocky start.
I bent down and kissed her forehead and she nuzzled into me. She placed her head against my neck, seeking the shelter she craved from a man. I felt strong with her in my arms. I felt wanted with her pressed salaciously against my body. I pressed my cheek against the top of her head, then pulled her even closer, if only to make sure she knew she was safe.
