Entangled by E.C. Land (best fantasy books to read .txt) 📗

My cock twitches at the idea of rolling her to her back and sinking into her once again. Enya moves, and I groan when her leg eases up mine and rests closer to my hip. The entrance to her tight sweet pussy right there, ready for the taking.

Fuck, I need to be inside her again. With a gentleness I didn’t know I had in me, I slide into her depths. Enya moans, and I roll all the way to my back bringing her on top of me, wanting to see her ride my cock.

“Kenyon,” she gasps, lifting her head and giving me a lustful gaze mixed with a sleepy look.

“Ride me, aingeal álainn,” I command, gripping her hips in my hands to help her with her movements. I know I don’t need to and I could easily put my hands behind my head to enjoy the show. That’s not what I’m doing, though. No, I need my hands on her.

Enya rides me, picking up speed then slowing down to grind herself, only to start rocking her hips again. Her pussy clasps around my cock as she gets closer to her orgasm. Shooting up to a sitting position, I move my hands from her hips down to her ass cheeks and work her at a faster pace bringing her to peak. She gasps my name, and I groan as her pussy all but pulls the cum from my balls as she tightens and comes. Burying my face in her neck, I kiss her there, tasting her skin as I’d done months ago.

Holding her to me, I wait for her breathing to settle, savoring the way it hitches. Only when the hitch slows do I pull my face from her neck to meet her gaze and give her a grin. “Now that’s a beautiful sight, anamchara.”

Enya gives me a small smile, her cheeks turning a pinkish blush. “You don’t have to say things you don’t mean,” she whispers, losing the smile and lowering her gaze.

“Aingeal, I don’t say anything I don’t mean. I’m not one for lying and I definitely am not one for bullshit,” I mutter, sliding a hand up to palm the side of her face and guide her eyes back up to look at me once again. “Don’t think while I still have my cock in you that I’d blow smoke up your ass. That ain’t the type of man I am. I might have been a dick by leaving your bed two months ago without getting your number, but now that I’ve got my cock in you again, I’m not leaving this room without you.”

Enya’s eyes widen and then furrow at my admission.

“Not leaving without me?” she questions, her voice filled with confusion.

“Yeah, aingeal, when I leave here today, you’re coming with me. I want you in my bed because I’m not done with you by a long shot,” I say, giving her a grin.

“You want to have sex with me in your bed?” she asks, seeming baffled even more.

“Enya, aingeal álainn, I want a hell of a lot more of you than just your pussy, and I’m not wasting time in taking what I want. So, let’s get you ready. I gotta get back to the house so Lillian can get on with her day, and I can spend time with my son.”

“I’m so confused right now about you. I swear you are giving me a headache,” she murmurs quietly.

“I’ll help you get rid of it later,” I chuckle and place a kiss on her lips. Rolling her onto her back, I slip out of her and climb out of bed. I grasp her hand and pull her up with me. “Pack a bag for the night.”

“But I have to get back downstairs. I have customers in the bookstore,” she protests.

“Aingeal, you’re not working today. According to Lillian, you work way too fuckin’ much and need a break. Now pack so we can go. I’ll make sure you get back for work tomorrow, but I want you back at my place again tomorrow night. I meant what I said about not leaving you again. I want you, to get to know you, to be with you. I can’t do that if you’re not with me. You’ve consumed my head for the past two months and after seeing you last night in that sinful as fuck dress, I knew I needed you again,” I declare, wanting her to understand me even more now that I’ve made my decision.

I get this is being put on her at the spur of the moment and I’m turning her world upside down, but I don’t care.

Enya takes a deep breath and nods as she licks her lips. She doesn’t say a word as she gets dressed and starts to pack her bag. I pull on my jeans and find my shirt on her floor. Slipping it over my head, I wait for her to finish getting ready.

Grabbing my phone off her nightstand where I put it after texting Lillian a bit ago, I shove it into my pocket and slide my feet into my shoes. Soon as she zips up her bag, I snag it from her and take her hand in mine to guide her out the door leading to the outside rather than her store.

We make it close to my car when someone calls out Enya’s name. I feel Enya stiffen as I glance in the direction of where the voice came from. Heading in our direction is a woman who is the spitting image of my woman.

“Ensley, what are you doing here?” Enya asks stiffly.

“Who’s this?” Ensley purrs, getting close to Enya and eyeing me up and down.

“This is . . .”

“I’m her man,” I mutter, interrupting Enya, sensing her nervousness around this woman who is obviously her twin.

“Her man?” Ensley chuckles and looks to Enya. “Are you being serious right now? I’ve never known you to be with a man. I thought you were a lesbian.” The way