The moment his lips crash against mine, I meet him with equal hunger, daring him to take more. He swallows my moan greedily, pulling me in. His body is fire, his heat seeping into my skin, branding me, making me crave more. He coaxes my lips to move and I follow without complaint.
He kisses exactly as I expected—lethal, all-consuming, overpowering. Just like the man himself. Passion and excitement surge through me in monstrous waves. His tongue tangles with mine, and I melt into him, starved for his touch.
We moan in unison, our hunger igniting, stripping away every last shred of restraint. My hands tangle in his hair, gripping the silky strands as heat pools deep in my core.
This is a feeling I have never experienced in my entire life. It’s… cosmic. It consumes me and takes over all logic, and I move on pure, raw instinct. He rips his lips from mine, causing a whimper to escape my mouth.
“Maria,” he breathes, his lips trailing wet hot kisses up and down my neck. I arch my neck to the side giving him more access to the sensitive parts of my skin. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I open my mouth, but only pleasure-filled sighs escape. I pull at the hairs on the back of his head. My legs wind around his waist, pulling him even closer. I crave more—aching for him in ways that feel almost sinful.
A deep sound erupts from my throat, surprising even me. My back arches into him, his teeth grazing my soft skin.
“Matteo,” I breathe his name like a silent hoping for—needing for—more. “Please.”
I know exactly what I’m asking for, and I refuse to beg. He won’t deny me what my body craves.
He pulls back, his eyes laden with lust, and his lips plump from their assault on my own. His chest heaves up and down, his hands squeezing my thighs hard.
“Say it.” His commanding voice is laced with sex and need. “Say it, amore.”
“Fuck me, Matteo.” I lick my lips, trying to swallow down whatever timidness still resides within me. “Fuck me.”
His eyes flash and he growls before smashing his lips back down onto mine. He lifts from the counter with ease and carries me toward what I presume to be my room. I am too lost in the taste of him to know exactly where we are.
I hear the kicking of a door and then, a few seconds later, the closing. My tongue tangles with his, my senses completely overtaken by his presence. His large hands squeeze my ass and I squeal into his mouth in shock. He chuckles, deep and low, into our kiss, and the sound alone drives me crazy.
He sets me down on my feet, our lips never once leaving each other. He grabs my face in both his large hands and forces our lips apart. My lips are bruised from his assault. His darkened gaze moves over my face, taking me in with a new kind of hunger I’ve never seen in them before.
“Are you sure about this?” I can see he is fighting his restraint.
I don’t have the capacity to speak, so I simply nod my agreement.
As if possible, his stare darkens. “Strip.”
I blink, my mind barely catching onto what he said. “What?”
“Take off your clothes, amore.”
I bite down on my lip. This man has already seen me naked, but for some reason, I still feel so shy. Nonetheless, I push past it and peel off the fabric from my body. He is the only man I have ever been with. The only man I will ever have, and he sets my body alight in ways I can’t quite put into words.
The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me exposed and bare to his gaze. My nipples are taut, begging to be kissed by his lips. My wetness slicks my inner thigh, my body ready for him.
“Perfection.” His eyes move over my body drinking me in. “You are my Achilles heel, Maria.”
I swallow hard, trying to keep my cool, but I want nothing more than to pounce on him and have him claim me.
“We will do this my way, amore.” He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. “It won’t be kind, it won’t be gentle, but I promise that I will adorn your body. What you give me is a gift and I will cherish it.”
I don’t speak. I simply press my hands on his chest.
“Get on the bed,” he commands. “Spread those gorgeous legs for me.”
I go onto the bed and move until my head is on the pillow and my legs are spread wide for him. I wait in anticipation for his kiss. And without hesitation, he comes in between my legs and dips his head low.
His tongue flicks against my skin, stealing the slickness from my thigh, and I nearly lose control. His large hand trails up my torso and comes to rest on my breast. He squeezes my nipples between his fingers and a wave of pleasure moves down my spine and pools at my center. The bundle of nerves in my clit is on fire.
“Matteo,” I moan into the dim lighting of my room. “Fuck.”
His mouth comes over my clit, and he sucks me hard. My legs buck, and I almost close my thighs in on him, but I have to resist. His tongue moves up and down the sensitive skin, teasing every inch of me.
“Heaven,” he mutters against my lips. “You taste divine.”
I don’t respond. I am too lost in the passion, drowning in the sweet abyss. I feel him in every fiber of my being. His touch overtakes my system.
Then without warning, he plunges two fingers into me and my back shoots off the mattress from the violent intrusion. His other hand presses me back down and he uses his hand and tongue to push me further and further to the edge of my passion.
“Matteo, please.” I am barely holding on as he continues to work my body in the most sinful ways. “More.”
I look down between my legs and I meet his amused gaze. He shoots me a devastatingly sexy smirk.
“Matteo!” I can feel my climax coming but I try to hold it off. I don’t want this to end. I want to enjoy him more. “Oh, yes!”
“Come for me,” he mutters against me, his fingers pumping with a faster rhythm that forces me to come completely undone.
My muscles tighten around his finger, and the orgasm crashes over me, raw and consuming. My hand pushes his head into my pussy as I ride out the pleasure-filled wave with his tongue lapping me up.
Stars cover my vision, and my mind turns to complete and utter mush. I don’t think, I can only feel. I blink rapidly, trying to bring myself back to the room, but I’m floating. The orgasm has me drifting on cloud nine, and I never want to come down.
Matteo lifts his head, his tongue sweeping over his lips as he savors every last drop of me. He stares down at me with a dark gaze. When my eyes drift down a little lower, I can see the tent that has formed in his pants.
My lips part. I can feel the ghost of his touch from the last time he entered me.
“Ready for me, baby?” he asks, breaking through the thick fog of sex and passion.
“Yes.” I am surprised I even have the capacity to speak after something like that.
Matteo moves off the bed and strips down until he stands bare. My eyes are focused on his hard cock; he strokes it gently as he eyes my body. We take a moment to watch each other, neither one of us daring to break the silent moment.
Instinct takes over, and I move without thinking. I sit up on the bed and turn with all fours on the mattress. My heart thumps quickly in my chest as I turn to look over his shoulder.
“Naughty girl.” He smiles wickedly. “Move closer to the edge of the bed. Come.”
I move back and position myself so I’m right in front of him. I watch as he moves the tip of his dick over my slickness. I push backward, wanting him inside but he pulls back and slaps my ass.
“Behave, amore mio. I am in charge.” He slaps my ass again for good measure.
A deep sound erupts from my throat, surprising even me. He laughs lowly under his breath, and then, without warning, he plunges into me. I am so wet, there is little resistance.
“Oh, yes.”
“Fuck, you feel amazing.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the initial pain to settle. For a moment, we’re both still; the only sound that can be heard is our heavy breathing and the blood rushing past my ears.
The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, yet I crave more.
Matteo kisses my shoulder from behind and grabs my hips. His dick only moves slightly but that is enough to cause a moan to erupt from my lips. When I feel my walls move to accommodate him fully, I relax against him. I press backward and take the very last inches of him.
Matteo groans, his grip tightening on my hips. “You were made for me, amore.”
“Move.” I give him the green light and he doesn’t need to be told twice. The man pulls out of me and then moves back in with more force.
He hits every wall and we both groan. He continues these movements slowly, coming to a steady and perfect rhythm. The sound of skin firing against skin fills the room.
“Oh yes.” My breasts bob up and down as he picks up the pace. “Matteo, you feel… ah!”
A hand comes down on my ass again and he slaps the soft skin.
“Again,” I demand. “Everything. I want everything.”
He does as I ask, and his pace picks up even more. He pounds into me relentlessly. The power of his strokes sent my brain into a completely different dimension. I’ve never felt so much… energy surging through me. Adrenaline rushes as we push our bodies to the brink. Desire obliterates all thought, leaving nothing but unrestrained pleasure.
I push my ass back onto him, his cock driving into me—desperate to take him as deep as I can.
Matteo presses me down until my head meets the mattress. He reaches around my waist, fingers finding my clit. He squeezes the bundle of nerves hard, and that is my single undoing.
“Matteo!” I scream his name, and I’m free falling over the edge.
“Fuck, Maria.” He finds his own release and joins me.
The orgasm rips through us, consuming every inch of our bodies. We ride them out together until we are left in the thick of the fog that we have created.
Matteo pulls out of me, and my body slumps down onto the mattress completely and utterly spent. I can still feel the remnants of our sex in the tingles in my legs.
I turn and stare at the ceiling. Matteo stands overhead, watching me intently. His cheeks are flushed and little beads of sweat shine on his forehead.
“That was…” I try to look for the right word.
“…perfect,” he finishes for me. He takes me into his arms and moves me up the bed and places the sheets over my body. For a second, I think he’s about to leave, but he gets in with me.
The little lust bubble that we have enclosed ourselves in begins to dwindle, and the outside world threatens to penetrate in.
I know I am meant to pretend that this doesn’t mean more to me than just simple sex, but it does, and that is what scares the shit out of me. I try not to let those thoughts be the one thing that permeates through my mind, but I can’t help it.
“Come here.” Matteo opens his arms out to me, and without pause, I move into his embrace and rest my head against his hard chest. “Rest.”
He presses his lips to the top of my head and pulls me in closer. The action alone makes my heart lurch, and I find myself blurring the lines of the physical and the emotional.
“Goodnight, Maria,” he mutters over the roar of the thunder outside.
“Goodnight, Matteo.” I listen to the gentle beating of his heart—a stark contrast to my own.
I close my eyes and let sleep come. Ironically, it comes easily to me in his arms. For the first time in weeks, I don’t see the haunting eyes of my brother or the coffin that we lowered into the ground months ago.
Instead, I find myself dreaming of warm chocolate eyes that give me hope for a future that I know reality may not offer.
I think… I know. I’m falling in love with my husband.
