Page 3 of King of War

He turns my head to the side, trailing kisses over my neck, nipping me gently. Liquid heat sears between my thighs. And then his mouth wanders along my jaw, to my lips, and he kisses me. It’s deep and intense and sends my brain into meltdown. All I can focus on is the way his tongue tastes as it flicks at the seam of my mouth. The way he slides it inside and effortlessly deepens the kiss. And now I forget feeling nervous. I only feel heat. Need. The incredible, delicious certainty that I’m here and he’s real and this is happening.

When he pulls back, his grin is wicked and sinful. “Fuck, I love kissing you.”

“I love you kissing me too.” My hands glide over his back, over the hard lines of him—muscles that feel like they were designed for my fingertips to trace. I plant my hands on his shoulders, trying to remain steady on my feet, trying not to let my body betray me with every tremor.

“This is your last chance to back out, Rayne. Once I fuck you, you’re mine, baby. Only ever fucking mine.”

My heart soars into my throat. Not because I’m scared of what he just said, but because of how much I want to be his. Only ever his. I’ve been his for a long time already.

“I want this, Enzo,” I say, swallowing hard. “Only with you.”

His eyes rake over my face, and something dark slides into them—filled with hunger, yes, but also patience. Like he’s holding himself back on purpose.

“Have you ever done anything more than kiss a guy before?”

I shake my head, and my stomach drops at how exposed the truth makes me feel. I’m so inexperienced and naive when it comes to sex. “Like you said, guys never want to do more than kiss me.”

He lets out a dark laugh. “That’s because they all know you’re mine too.”

He drags his teeth gently along my jawline, and every nerve in me lights up like I’m made of electricity. His lips trail lower, soft and warm and unhurried. “Have you ever made yourself come?”

Heat races up my neck, then my face, my whole body. I can’t quite look at him when I answer. “Yes.” But it’s not only that admission making me blush. It’s that I’ve come by myself more times than I can count. And every single time I do, I picture him—his hands, his mouth, the way his voice turns me into something helpless. That the fantasy of him always feels better than anything with anyone else.

He hums, and the sound vibrates through me. “I love that.” Then he kisses me again—slow and possessive. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, and I swear those last two words light up my core. “And I’m going to ruin you, cuore mio.”

My pussy clenches at the pet name, and the way he says it like he’s been waiting to claim me. I slide my hand toward his waistband, and when my knuckles brush against his hard length, he makes a low growling sound like he’s fighting himself. Like he wants to give in faster, but he won’t.

“Patience, Rayne,” he says, voice rough. “I need to make you wet for me first.”

I’m already wet, panties damp just from his kiss. My whole body aches with impatience. I’ve waited for this for so long already.

“I’m ready, Enzo,” I plead.

He tuts softly. “I love how much you want this, baby. It’s making my cock harder than iron just having my hands on you,” he says, and the rough edge to his voice makes my knees go wobbly, “but I’ll let you know when you’re ready.”

He guides me to the bed and lays me down on it before undressing me torturously slowly. My dress goes first, then my bra, and finally my panties, which he holds to his nose before inhaling my scent. “Fuck, Rayne. I cannot fucking wait to taste you.”

Then his mouth is everywhere except where I need it most, and I hate the way that makes my body crave him harder. Each kiss, each touch, each lingering second pushes me closer to the edge.

“You’re even sexier than I imagined you’d be,” he growls.

When his mouth finds the stiff peak of my nipple, I make a sound I don’t recognize—half gasp, half plea. Pleasure spikes so fiercely inside me that it rattles my bones.

“Enzo—please!”

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his tone both soothing and dangerous. “I know exactly what you need.”

Then he shifts his weight until he’s nestled between my thighs, and my entire body goes taut—like a bow pulled back to its limit. His hand slides to my pussy, and I feel his touch in every part of my being. Gentle circles. Patient pressure, and a rhythm that makes my brain go quiet and my body submit without hesitation. Heat builds. My breath grows ragged. My thoughts scatter into fragments I can’t gather up fast enough.

And when he finally dips a finger inside me, my world tilts on its axis. I’m so overwhelmed I feel like I might actually pass out from sheer need.

“Christ, you’re fucking soaked, Rayne,” he says through clenched teeth. “Maybe you’re my naughty girl.”

He gently works his finger in and out of me, and my body feels electrified. I cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping me anchored to this earth. He works with purpose—skilled, reverent, and so damn patient with me. Even though I can feel him holding back, his muscles vibrating with the effort of it.

I tilt my head back as his mouth brushes against the skin of my neck. “You’re doing so good for me.”

“I am?” I manage, voice strangled by desire.