Enzo's POV
"I want to ride you until you forget everything but me." that was what I said. But the moment the words left my lips, something in Alaric snapped.
His hands shot up and grabbed my waist, and before I could react, I was flipped fast onto my back, my body hitting the mattress with a bounce.
"Fuck, Enzo," he growled, eyes burning. "You think I can let you take control after teasing me like that for a week? After starving for you every damn night with your scent all over my sheets but I couldn't have you?"
I barely had time to breathe before his mouth was back on mine devouring me. His kiss was bruising, demanding, his body pressed hard against mine like he was trying to crawl inside me, like he couldn't get close enough.
My legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his hips. I could feel the thick weight of his cock grinding against me hard, pulsing with need.
"I missed this," he whispered against my lips. "Missed you. Missed the way you sound when you're begging."
