Page 112 of Savage Vows

I do as he says, placing my hands on the door, my breath coming in short bursts. He trails a finger down my spine, making me shiver with anticipation.

He bunches my skirt and tucks it into its waistband.

Then, without warning, his hand comes down on my ass, the smack echoing through the kitchen.

I gasp, more from relief than pain.

Only Matteo can give me what I desperately crave.

He rubs the spot gently, soothing me before smacking me again. The sensation is irresistible, the sting of his hand mixed with the pleasure of his touch. He continues, spanking me until my skin is hot and sensitive, until I’m writhing and moaning, begging for more.

He leans down, pressing his body against mine, forcing me against the wall, the glass cold on my nipples. “You like that, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak, unable to do anything but feel.

He slides his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He begins to rub, slow circles that have me grinding against his hand, desperate for more.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.”

He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, filling me. He begins to move, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and pleasure builds deep inside, threatening to drown me.

“Come for me, Alessia,” he commands, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Let me feel you come.”

And I do. I shatter around him, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a shaking, crying, pleading mess.

Only then does he pull back, his face flushed, his eyes dark with desire. He licks his fingers clean, his gaze never leaving mine, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Now,” he says, his voice a low, threatening growl, “it’s time for your punishment.”

That wasn’t it?

He flips me around. Then he moves me to the island and presses my upper body down against it.

His hands are firm but gentle as he grips my hip bones. His hard cock presses against me, and I’m desperate for him to be naked.

He glides his hands over my ass, squeezing gently before smacking me again. The sting is sharper this time, the pleasure more intense.

Murmuring my name and whispering words of love, he goes on, spanking me until my skin is on fire, until I’m begging him to stop, begging him for more.

Then, without warning, he slides his fingers inside me again, thrusting in and out, his thumb circling my clit. I’ve been so hungry for him that the pleasure crests over me.

Shaking, I come again, screaming his name.

He pulls back, his breath coming in ragged bursts, echoing my own desperate pants. I’m still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, my body slick with sweat. He scoops me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I cling to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face buried in his shoulder.

He carries me up the stairs, his stride confident and sure. Through his shirt, I feel his heart pounding with an urgency that matches mine. We reach the bedroom, and he kicks the door open, not bothering to close it behind us. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon casting long shadows across the bed.

He sets me down gently on the edge of the mattress and sweeps his gaze over me. There’s fire in the depths of his eyes, a mix of love and raw desire that makes my heart race even faster.

He reaches for the skirt that’s bunched at my waist and slides it slowly down my legs, tracing a path of fire along my skin as he goes.

I’m bare for him, vulnerable, but know I’m safe with him.

He quickly sheds his clothes, his movements fluid and graceful. I watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his body to me.

He’s stunning, a sculpture of hard muscle and smooth skin, marred only by those scars that tell the stories of his past. Maybe one day I’ll know all of them.

When I look at his cock, my mouth waters, and I want to lick the glistening drop of precum from the tip.

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