Heat blooms instantly, sharp and insistent, spreading through me like a slow burn finally fed oxygen.
I follow without hesitation, my steps quickening to match his, my thoughts unraveling as anticipation coils tight in my chest. The hormones surge, reckless and demanding, urging me forward as my body responds long before my mind can catch up.
I will never tire of him. Not in this lifetime, not in any that might follow. Want has never felt like this before, never so consuming, never so inevitable.
With Matteo, it isn’t just desire. It is belonging.
We don’t make it far from the ballroom, only to the shadowed corridor behind the chapel where the stone walls swallow the music and laughter and leave us wrapped in the thick summer air that smells of roses and heat and everything I have been trying not to feel. The moment we turn the corner, something inside me snaps loose. I grab Matteo by the lapels, drag him down to me, and kiss him like I’ve spent the whole night starving for him, the heat between us sparking instantly, sharp and consuming.
“I need you,”I whisper, already pulling him deeper into the dark, my voice breaking apart. “Now.”
His gaze sweeps over me,taking in my flushed skin, my blown pupils, the hunger I no longer care to hide, and then he slams me back against the wall with a force that steals every breath from my lungs.
“You’re trembling,”he murmurs, his mouth brushing my ear as one hand pins my wrists above my head and the other slips beneath my skirts with the kind of certainty that tells me he has been imagining this moment far longer than I have admitted to myself.
“Matteo—”I try to speak, but my voice shatters as my thighs open around his hand, desperate for a friction I can’t name and won’t survive without.
His fingers find me instantly,sliding through heat and slickness that makes my knees buckle. A broken sound tears from my throat, but his palm covers my mouth.
“You’ll give us away.”
Two fingers press inside me, slow and deep, curling in a way that sends shockwaves through my spine, and I arch helplessly against him, biting my lip to keep silent as pleasure tightens low in my belly. His thumb grazes my clit with deliberate, punishing precision while his mouth tugs my neckline aside and claims my breast, his lips closing around my nipple with a possessive hunger that nearly drags a scream out of me.
“I want you inside me,” I gasp, the confession spilling out before I can swallow it, my fingers twisting in his shirt as if I can pull him into losing control with me.
His fingers continueto curl inside me, moving with a slow, sensual rhythm that undoes me in ways I’ve never known.
“Oh God—”I tear my mouth from his as he adds a third finger. “I—I mean your cock, Matteo.”
He driveshis fingers into me hard, stealing the breath right out of my lungs.
“Shh.”His tongue traces my jaw before his mouth claims mine again. “You forget,” he murmurs. “I’m in charge.”
I want to argue.I want to tell him I won’t be controlled—but his fingers take my words before I can form them. He bites my ear, and I break, my body reacting to every stroke, every press against my slick heat.
“Fuck—right there, Matteo. Yes… yes—”
“Greedy girl.”
I move with him,meeting his fingers with everything I have, my hips jerking, searching for friction like I might come undone without it.
“Matteo,”I moan. “I?—”
“I know, baby. I know.”
He drops to his knees,tugging my dress up and out of the way, baring me to the warm air.
And then his mouth closes over my clit.
That’s it.That’s my end.
I cry out,biting down on my lip to keep the sound trapped inside me, my hand tangling in his hair, pushing him closer as my body shatters around his mouth.
“Matteo,”I whimper. “Please…”
He slows,just enough to torture. “Not yet.”
Soft,helpless sounds slip from me despite every attempt to stay quiet. I rock into his hand, chasing him shamelessly, needing more, needing everything.
