Page 20 of Dark Bonds

As he slowly pushes inside me, I gasp at the stretch and fullness. Matteo peppers my face with soft kisses, murmuring words of encouragement and checking in with me at every step.

“You feel incredible,” he murmurs when he’s fully seated inside me. “So tight, so perfect. I can feel your body adjusting to me. Take all the time you need. We’ll move at your pace. This is all about you, about us connecting in the most intimate way possible.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I adjust to his size. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by a delicious ache of pleasure.

“I’m more than okay,” I whisper, rolling my hips against his. “Please, Matteo, move. I need to feel you. I need to know this is real.”

He starts to thrust slowly and deeply at first. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure through my body. I match his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it,” Matteo encourages, his voice a mix of passion and awe. “You’re taking me so well. Let me feel every inch of you. You’re so beautiful like this, lost in pleasure. I want to memorize every expression and sound you make. You’re a work of art, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to worship you.”

Our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity, as if we were made for each other. The room fills with the sounds of our moans and the slap of skin on skin. For a moment, the supernatural world and its dangers feel far away.

Matteo’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I feel the tension building inside me again, a coiling heat in my lower belly.

“I can feel you milking my cock,” he growls, his voice strained. “The way your muscles are tensing, the catch in your breath… Fuck, baby, yes, that it, strangle me.”

His hand snakes between our bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. I cry out as he starts to rub tight circles, the dual sensations pushing me closer to the edge.

“Good girl,” Matteo encourages, rotating his hips. “So perfect. Let go for me. I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you when you fall, no matter what darkness tries to claim you.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle and causing us both to moan. The feeling is indescribable, like every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

“Oh God.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close, Matteo. Make me yours completely.”

Matteo’s pace quickens, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. I can feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

“That’s it, baby,” Matteo growls in my ear. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart around me. You’re safe in my arms. Let everything else fade away and just feel. Let me be your anchor in this storm.”

His words push me over the edge, and I cry out, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. Matteo follows soon after, groaning my name as he finds his own release.

We lie tangled together, both of us breathing heavily. Matteo presses soft kisses to my forehead, cheeks, and lips. I feel boneless and completely sated, like I’ve been unmade and put back together.

“Are you alright?” he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face. His tone is tender, but I can hear the underlying note of concern.

I nod, a contented smile spreading across my face. “More than alright,” I whisper, nuzzling into his chest. “I feel… whole and connected, like all the chaos faded away and it was justus. As if we created our own little pocket of reality where the shadows can’t reach.”

Matteo’s arms tighten around me, holding me close. The steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear is soothing, and for the first time in days, maybe weeks, I feel truly at peace.

For once, the monsters in my head are quieter than the beating of his heart.

We lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. Matteo’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, sending little shivers of pleasure through me. Each touch feels like a promise, a silent vow of protection.

The silence stretches between us, comfortable yet charged with unspoken words. I trace abstract patterns on Matteo’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my fingertips, and each beat seems to echo the questions swirling in my mind.

Finally, I gather my courage. “Thank you,” I murmur, the words barely audible, even in the quiet room. I tilt my head to look up at him, half afraid of what I might see in his eyes.

Matteo’s gaze, usually so sharp and calculating, has softened. There’s an emotion there that makes my breath catch, something I’m not quite ready to name, but as quickly as I see it, that familiar analytical glint returns, like he’s dissecting my words and searching for hidden meanings.

“For what, specifically?” he asks, his tone gentle but probing.

I take a shaky breath, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I feel—not just physically naked, but emotionally exposed. The shadows in the room seem to press closer, reminding me of the dangers lurking just beyond this moment of peace.

I take a moment to gather my thoughts and put the swirling emotions inside me into words. It’s like trying to capture smoke, but for Matteo, I’ll try. “For this. For being here. For…” I trail off then find my resolve. “For making me feel safe in a world that’ssuddenly become so dangerous. For helping me approach my fears logically, like equations to be solved rather than monsters to be fled from. For believing in my strength even when I doubt myself. For showing me that I can face this new world, as terrifying as it is.”

Matteo’s eyes soften, and he leans down to press a tender kiss to my forehead. “I’ll always be here for you.”

The craziest part?

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