“I can’t put my pajamas on yet,” I tell him, batting my lashes slowly as I peer into his gaze.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
“You’ll just have to take them back off of me again.”
Matteo’s hands still as he tries to search my face.
“Is that right?”
His voice is so low and full of seduction that my thighs squeeze together.
“Well, I assumed you might like me bare the first time you fuck me.”
His eyes shoot open wide and his nostrils flare with a sudden intake of breath. “Did you just cuss for me,meraviglia? While telling me that you want me to…Oh, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He grabs my face more suddenly than he ever has and crashes our lips together hard. With one hand on my chin and jaw, he uses the other to snake underneath my shirt and grab a handful of my hip, tugging my body into his.
“Are you sure you want this?” His question melts into our kiss but it’s clear enough for me to hear him.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my hands latching onto his naked shoulders, squeezing them for support so that I don’t lose my balance. “I want you to take me. You make me feel so good, I know you’ll make this good too.”
“It might hurt,” he warns. “Just a small pinch, you’re going to be so tight but I’ll try and get you ready for me as best as I can.”
“I don’t know how patient I can be,” I confess, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’ve been working up the courage all day to do this. My pussy is already so wet for you.”
He groans, kissing and biting softly at my jaw. “God, I love when you talk dirty, baby. Say pussy again.”
I giggle as his stubble tickles my neck. “Pussy.”
His hand leaves my hip and swiftly cups between my legs, making me gasp and whimper. “What do you want in this sweet little pussy, Anya? Tell me, I want to hear you say the word. You blush so fucking pretty when you curse.”
It feels vulgar, but so right to give in to his request. “Your dick. I want it so badly, Matteo. I want to see it and touch it, and then I want you to put it inside me.”
“Three firsts in one night,” he muses darkly. “Aren’t you adventurous, baby. Say ‘dick’ again.”
Letting out a whine, I know that I’m starting to get impatient. “Dick, cock, pussy, cunt,” I list off, squirming. “I’ll say whatever you want, just stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll come in my pants before I can even put it in you,” Matteo declares, picking me up by hooking his arms around the back of my thighs. “I need you naked and on your back,now.”
Yes, please.
Only when he tosses me into bed, his face goes from excited and turned on to panicked in a second. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Goddamnit, shit. I didn’t think you were ready. I should have bought?—”
“Matteo, it’s okay.”
“So stupid. I bet one of the guards has one?—”
“Matteo,” I say louder this time, actually getting his attention. “It’s okay. You don’t need one.”
“Um, yes I definitely do,” he replies. “Your dad will actually torture me if I get you pregnant out of wedlock.”
“I can’t have kids, Matteo,” I rasp, sitting up as a single tear falls down my cheek. “They had to take out my uterus and one of my fallopian tubes. There was so much internal damage from the torture…they couldn’t save them.”
“Anya,” he breathes, his Moretti blues filling with despair and sympathy.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” I swallow hard, trying not to burst into sobs. “I should have. So you would know that you’re attaching yourself to someone who can’t give you children of your own. I’d understand if?—”
“Don’t even suggest it,” he cuts in, voice deep and dark. “Don’t you dare, Anya. I loveyou.I don’t need you to give me children. I’m so sorry this happened to you, but I’m sorry because it took something away fromyou,not from me. If we get to a place where kids are something we’re ready for—and somethingyouwant—we’ll figure out how to have babies, I promise you.”
