I deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth, swallowing her soft moan. She tastes like forbidden fruit, sweet and sharp, and I can't get enough.
I break away only to trail my mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She arches into me, a gasp escaping as I suck harder, marking her.
My hands roam, sliding under her shirt to grip her waist, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric. She trembles, but not from fear. Want is written all over her.
"Matteo," she whispers, her voice husky.
That sound—my name on her lips—snaps the last thread of restraint.
I haul her up from the chair, spinning her until her back presses against the nearest bookshelf. Books loom around us, leather-bound spines digging into her shoulders as I crowd her space.
My mouth finds hers again, fiercer this time, while my hands yank her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra follows, black lace that I rip away with impatient fingers.
Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, nipples already hardening in the cool library air.
I don't waste time. I drop my head, capturing one peak between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out. The sound echoes off the shelves, fueling the ache in my cock. I suck hard, tongue lashing over the bitten flesh, then switch to the other breast, grazing my teeth along the underside before biting again. She bucks against me, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Fuck, Rose," I growl against her skin, my voice rough. "You taste so goddamn good."
I kiss lower, shoving her skirt up her thighs, bunching the fabric at her hips. Her panties are simple cotton, damp already, and I hook my fingers in the waistband, dragging them down her legs.
She steps out of them, kicking them aside, and I kneel before her, eye level with the dark curls between her thighs. Her scent hits me—musky, aroused—and I grip her hips, pressing my face forward.
My tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up her slit. She shudders, thighs parting wider on instinct. I do it again, parting her folds with my fingers, exposing her clit. It's swollen, begging, and I circle it with the flat of my tongue, teasing at first, then sucking it into my mouth. Her knees buckle, but the shelves hold her up as she moans, loud and unrestrained.
"Matteo... oh God..."
Her words dissolve into whimpers as I devour her. I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her wetness, fucking her with my mouth while my thumb rubs her clit in tight circles.
She's soaking my chin, her hips grinding against my face, chasing the pleasure. I bite gently at her inner thigh, then return to her core, lapping hungrily. One hand slides up her body to pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers as she arches.
Her breaths come in pants now, body tensing. I feel her close, the way her muscles clench around my tongue. I double down, sucking her clit hard, flicking it relentlessly.
"Come for me, Rose. Let me taste it."
She shatters with a cry.
Her pussy pulses as she floods my mouth. I drink her down, not stopping until she's writhing, oversensitive and gasping.
Only then do I pull back, rising to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes are glazed, chest heaving, lips swollen from our kisses.
I cup her face, forcing her to look at me. "Last chance,fiorellino. Walk away now, and I'll let you. But if you stay... I won't hold back."
She searches my eyes, her hand coming up to trace my jaw. There's no hesitation in her touch, only fire.
"Take me upstairs," she demands.
Her words hit like a punch, igniting every dark urge I've kept leashed.
I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her from the library. The mansion's halls are empty at this hour, shadows playing along the walls as I climb the stairs two at a time. Her mouth finds my neck, sucking lightly, and I growl, kicking open the door to my suite.
The room is vast, dominated by a king-sized bed draped in dark silk sheets. I don't bother with lights; the moonlight filtering through the windows is enough for me to see the beauty that is Rose.
I toss her onto the bed, watching her bounce slightly, skirt still hiked up, exposing her glistening thighs. She props herselfon her elbows, eyes dark with want, and it takes everything not to rip the rest of her clothes off right then.
Instead, I strip slowly, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal the tattoos snaking across my chest and arms. Marks of my life, the ink telling stories she might never fully know.
Her gaze tracks every movement, hungry. My pants follow, cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and I stroke myself once, watching her lick her lips.
