"Matteo," he breathed against my lips. "Please—"
"Patience." I kissed down his jaw. His throat. Found his pulse point and sucked hard enough to leave another mark. "I want to learn you. Every sound. Every reaction. Every place that makes you fall apart."
His hands slid into my hair, holding on like he needed the anchor. "You already made me fall apart. Twice."
"Not like this." I bit gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and Stefan gasped. "There. That's one."
I did it again. Harder this time. His whole body arched into me, fingers tightening in my hair. The gasp turned into a moan.
"Sensitive there," I murmured against his skin. "I'll remember that."
I mapped his body methodically. Kissed and bit and sucked my way across his collarbones. Found the spot on his ribs that made him squirm. The place just below his navel that made his breath catch. The inside of his thigh that made him spread his legs wider, offering himself completely.
He was beautiful like this. Flushed and wanting. His green eyes dark with arousal. His lips swollen from kissing. His chest heaving with every breath.
Mine.
The thought was primal and possessive and impossible to deny.
I wrapped my hand around him and Stefan's back arched off the bed. His eyes slammed shut.
"Eyes open," I commanded. "I want to see you."
They fluttered open. Glazed and desperate. "Matteo—I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." I stroked him slowly. Root to tip. Watching his face. "You can take everything I want to give you."
I prepared him again even though he was still loose from earlier. Used my fingers carefully, watching for any sign of discomfort. He was so responsive—pushing back against my hand, making those desperate little sounds that went straight to my cock.
When I finally pushed inside him, we both groaned.
He was so tight. So hot. Perfect.
I started to move. Long, slow thrusts that let us both feel every inch. Let me find the angle that made Stefan's eyes roll back. Let me watch his face as pleasure built and built and built.
"God, you feel incredible," I told him. "So perfect. Like you were made for me."
"Matteo—" His hands gripped my shoulders. Nails digging in. "Please—faster—I need—"
"No." I kept the same maddening pace. "Slow. I want this to last. Want to feel you coming apart piece by piece."
I wrapped my hand around him again, stroking in time with my thrusts. His whole body trembled. His mouth fell open on a silent cry.
"That's it," I encouraged. "Let me hear you. No one can hear us. Just you and me."
He moaned. Long and low and completely wrecked. The sound made something primal in me roar with satisfaction.
I shifted angles slightly. Hit that spot deep inside him. Stefan cried out, his back arching so sharply I thought he might break.
"There," I said with satisfaction. "Found it."
I aimed for that spot with every thrust. Watched Stefan fall apart beneath me. His hands scrabbled for purchase on my shoulders, my back, anywhere he could reach. His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. His head thrashed on the pillow as pleasure overwhelmed him.
He responded like he'd never been touched properly before. Like every caress was a revelation. Like pleasure was something new instead of something he'd experienced a hundred times.
It made me furious and tender in equal measure.
Furious at everyone who'd ever made Stefan think sex was just something to endure. That pleasure was something he didn't deserve. That his body was just a tool for someone else's satisfaction.
