Page 148 of My Italian Love Affair

"God," I groan, flicking my tongue over the stiff peak of her nipple, soothing the spot I just bit. "You’re going to be the fucking death of me."

Her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking me closer, and I growl against her skin.

I lift my head, my mouth crashing onto hers, swallowing the moan she lets out as I pull out just enough before thrusting back into her, filling her to the hilt once more.

"Oh,fuck," she whimpers, her body jerking against mine.

I smirk against her lips, satisfaction curling in my chest asshe moans into my mouth, her body tight and trembling beneath me. Her hands claw at my back, nails dragging deliciously down my skin, marking me,claimingme just as much as I’m claiming her.

Andfuck,if that doesn’t make me lose my mind.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her flushed skin, my lips trailing down the curve of her breast before I pull her nipple into my mouth again, rolling my tongue over the sensitive peak.

I flick it once, twice, before biting down just enough to make her jolt beneath me.

She’s so fuckingresponsive.

My cock throbs inside her, buried so deep I swear I canfeelthe way she pulses around me, the way her body tightens, spiraling closer, closer -

“Come on,bella,” I coax, my voice husky, rough. “Let it all go for me. I need tofeelyou come around my cock.”

The words barely leave my mouth before shesnaps.

Her hips jerk wildly, chasing her pleasure, meeting each of my thrusts with a desperate, reckless rhythm.

Her bodyneedsthis.

Sheneedsme.

And knowing thatwrecksme.

I let my hands slide lower, gripping her hips and holding her right where I want her as I fuck into her with purpose. I make sure she takes every inch, make sure she remembersexactlywho’s inside her.

She moans my name - breathless, wrecked and fuckingmine- and I swear I nearly lose it right then and there.

"Matteo," she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair, yanking me closer.

Then, I feel it.

Her body locks around me, tight and hot and so fucking perfect, and sheshatters.

Her walls clench downhard, spasming around my cock as her orgasm crashes through her. I groan, pressing my forehead against hers, my thrusts turning rougher as I fuck her through every last pulse of pleasure.

“That’s it, Daphne,” I rasp, my voice tight, my muscles straining. “Give it to me. Give meeverything. I’ve got you.”

Her moans are breathy and uneven, her body still trembling as she rides out the aftershocks, and fuck - I canhearhow wet she is.

It’s obscene. Erotic.

It’s fuckingperfect.

"You feel so fucking good," I mutter against her throat, dragging my lips along her jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her sweat-slicked skin. "Your perfect little pussy isSo. Fucking. Tight."

She shudders, her nails still digging into my shoulders, and I can’t stop now.

I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep inside her that neither of us can breathe.

Her hands slide over my arms, gripping my biceps and holding onto me like she needs me to keep her anchored. I capture her lips in a desperate, filthy kiss as my own pleasure builds, rising fast,toofast -

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