I force myself to breathe.
This is abouther.
“Off.”
She obeys,tossing the shorts aside and looking up like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Good,” I murmur. “Now spread your legs.”
Her pupils blow wide. She bites her lip, sinks deeper into the mattress, and opens for me—slow, deliberate, needy. The sight sends a low heat tearing through me.
I move onto the bed, settling between her thighs, and cup her pussy with my palm. I give a careful squeeze. She gasps—a mix of pleasure and the sharp edge of pressure—and the sound nearly ruins me.
“Look at me,” I command, sliding my hands up her warm thighs.
She does.
Her caramel eyeslock on mine—no fear, no hesitation. Just heat. Trust. And a silent dare.
She wants this. She wantsme.
I lower myself and press my lips just above her clit—soft, testing, a question disguised as a kiss. I have to be gentle with her. I don’t yet know how deep she wants me to go… or how much of me she can handle.
Her back arches like her body is answering the question I haven’t spoken aloud.
I drag my tongue up her slowly—one long, deliberate stroke from her entrance to the very top of her slit— and her gasp hits me like a shot.
I grip her thighs, spreading her wider, lifting her hips toward my mouth like she was made to fit there.
She’s drenched.Her wetness coats my chin instantly. Her scent is warm, sweet, addictive, the kind of temptation a sane man would pull away from.
I’m not sane when it comes to her.
I don’t rush.
I sealmy mouth around her clit and suck, slow and deep, and her moan ricochets off the walls. My tongue circles, flicks, then flattens, and her legs start to tremble like she’s losing her grip on the world.
That’s it, bella. Let me take you apart.
“Matteo…”
My name leavesher on a breath that shivers. Her fingers fist the sheets before sliding into my hair, tugging hard—like she can’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.
“You taste like heaven,” I growl against her. “Like sin. Like something I’ll spend the rest of my life craving.”
She whimpers, already unraveling. I glance up her body and see her eyes fluttering shut as she absorbs every ounce of pleasure I give her.
But I’m nowhere near done.
I slip a finger inside her—tight, hot, perfect—and her hips jerk violently in response.
“More,” she whispers, breathless.
I add another finger, and her body ripples around me.
She gasps, head tossing on the pillow, thighs trembling, her whole body writhing like she’s about to come apart under my mouth.
I curl my fingers just right and suck her clit again, harder this time, pumping in and out of her with relentless precision. She gives herself over to me completely, and the sight alone could undo me.
