Page 195 of My Italian Love Affair

My voice is rough and strained - thick with everything I want to say but don’t know how.

"I don’t feel very incredible right now."

"Well, you are,” I tell her simply. “And I’ll prove it to you."

I lean in and kiss her, slow and lingering, pouring every unspoken word into the way my lips move against hers. She doesn’t pull away, and she doesn’t argue - she just melts into me, letting me take control, letting me be what she needs tonight.

My hand trails up beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt, my fingertips grazing over her soft skin. Goosebumps rise in my wake, and I bunch the fabric in my hands, dragging it up over her body. She lifts her arms to let me pull it off completely and I toss it onto the floor, not giving a single fuck where it lands.

All that matters isher.

Andfuck, she’s so beautiful.

The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over her bare skin, highlighting every dip, every curve. My gaze drags over her, drinking her in, and when I finally meet her eyes,she’s already watching me.

Waiting.

Trusting.

She doesn’t even realise how fucking strong she is.

"You're safe with me," I murmur, my voice thick with promise. "Always."

Her breath hitches, and I feel it - the exact moment the weight of my words sinks in.

Tears sting her eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall.

Instead, she grips my face in both hands and kisses me, hard and deep, like she’s trying to tell me something without saying it out loud.

Ifeelit.

I feelher.

I press my forehead to hers, my breathing heavy, trying to keep myself in check when all I want to do is wreck her, ruin her, remind her exactly who she is, who shebelongsto.

I swallow hard and lower myself, my lips moving from her mouth to her jawline, then down her neck. She arches into me instinctively, her body responding to mine in a way that makes my cock throb.

She wants this.

She wantsme.

Even after everything that bastard tried to do, even after every doubt he planted in her mind - she’s here, with me.

Mine.

She shivers beneath my touch, her breath catching as my fingers glide down the length of her thighs. My lips follow,pressing slow, lingering kisses to her hips, her stomach, teasing just enough to feel the way she arches toward me.

"Matteo,"she breathes, her voice shaky, full of need.

"I'm here," I murmur, my breath hot against her skin. "Just relax. I've got you - let me show you."

I want to make her feel so good she forgets about everything else.

She’s already so wet, andfuck, it makes me groan against her skin, the sound vibrating against her as I grip her thighs and spread them wider for me.

I could tease her all night. Could spend hours here, learning every little sound she makes, dragging this out until she’s wrecked for me. But not tonight.

Tonight, she needs more.

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