Page 196 of My Italian Love Affair

And so I give it to her.

The first flick of my tongue against her clit makes her whole body jolt, and Iloveit.

The way she reacts to me, the way she moves, the way her thighs tremble against my shoulders - I swear, this is better than any goal I’ve ever scored.

Her fingers clutch at the sheets, but I want them tangled in my hair.

Ineedthem on me.

"Holyfuck," she gasps, and I smirk, loving that I can do this to her.

Her hips lift, chasing my mouth, and I let her, but only for a second.

Then my hands tighten around her thighs, pinning her down, forcing her totakeit exactly how I want to give it toher.

She whimpers, and it’smusic.

"You’re so wet for me," I murmur, voice thick with satisfaction. "So fuckingperfect."

I slide two fingers inside her, groaning at how easily she takes them, how tight and warm she is around me.

My tongue never stops, circling her clit with precision, my fingers curling and finding that perfect spot that makes her gasp my name.

"Matteo,"she cries, andfuckif it doesn’t go straight to my cock.

I pull back just enough to look up at her, my lips glistening, my fingers still buried inside her.

"I love when you say my name like that," I murmur. "Say it again."

She does. Louder, this time.

And itwrecksme.

I need her to come for me, need to feel her fall apart, need to watch it.

So I double down, my mouth, my fingers, my tongue - everything is focused on her, on pulling her over the edge, on making sure sheknowswho’s doing this to her.

"That’s it," I groan against her. "Give it to me, baby. Let go."

And fuck - shedoes.

She shatters, her whole body bowing off the bed, her thighs shaking, her hands finally,finallygripping my hair as she cries out my name.

I don’t stop.

Not until I feel every last tremor. Not until I know she’s too sensitive, too overwhelmed to take anymore.

Only then do I pull back, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs, my fingers stroking lazy circles against her skin.

I move up her body slowly, letting my lips explore every inch of her. Her stomach, her ribs, the swell of her breasts - I kiss it all, my own body still thrumming with need.

I knew I was gone for her before. But now?

There’s no coming back.

She’s mine. She’s been mine from the moment she stepped into my life, all fire and stubbornness, pushing back against me like she didn’t know she’d already lost the battle.

But this isn’t about winning. Not with her.

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