Page 75 of Italy Can Bite Me

“Wait.”

I should stop myself.I grab her hand instead. Her skin is impossibly soft against my callused palm. A thrill arcs through me, powerful. Unstoppable.

What if this destroys you?

The truth is… she already has.

I shut the door behind her, gently pinning her against it. My thumb traces her bottom lip, and her sharp intake of breath makes my whole body throb with need.

“Sì, bella.” My voice comes out rough. “Let us discover pleasure, together.”

When I kiss her, it’s not the same as before. This is slow, deliberate—savoring the sensations as if I’m tasting her for the first time. Her lips—soft and warm. She’s responding, matching my languid pace.

Her hands slide up to my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as she pulls me closer. Katie’s body melts against mine; every point of contact is a spark. I’m drowning in the sensation.

“Cristo,” I breathe against her lips.

I’ve never kissed anyone like this.

I let my hands roam, caressing the curve of her waist and the delicate line of her spine. My fingers find the knot of her robe, and I tug it loose. She’s gloriously naked underneath. An answered prayer.

My hands explore slowly, reverently—dancing alongher hipbone, sliding up her waist to cup her breast. The weight of it fills my palm perfectly.

“Talk to me, principessa.” I brush my thumb across her nipple. “Tell me when something feels good.”

Her eyes flutter open, her gaze locking with mine. “Th-that… feels good,” she says breathlessly.

I drop to my knees, and her hands fly to the door behind her for support. Her body is trembling under my touch, and when I press my tongue against her clit, she moans like an angel gone rogue.

“Dio, the way you taste.” I worship her with long, languid licks.

“The intensity—it’s too much,” she pants. “But… don’t stop. P-please don’t stop.”

I keep my movements slow, savoring every gasp, every shiver, every broken plea. Her feminine folds press against my mouth and I’m consumed. Her hips chase the friction even as she quivers from the overwhelming sensations—she’s unraveling under my tongue.

“I can’t…” Her voice is shaky. “I don’t think I can stand.”

“I’ve got you, tesoro.” I grip her hips tighter. “Let go. Trust me.”

Her eyes slide closed, and she does. She lets go. Completely. I increase the pressure of my tongue. She releases the door to grab my hair, her fingers pulling the strands.

“Oh God. I’m so close,” she gasps. “Wait—no. I want… I want you inside me.”

I tilt my head to meet her gaze, my lips glistening, my breathing ragged. “Relax, bella. This is the first orgasm of many tonight.” I lift her right leg onto my shoulder, opening her to me completely, and thrust my tongue firmly inside her.

She cries out, her hands flying to my shoulders as her entire body jerks. The sound is loud—unrestrained—pure animal. We’re going to wake the entire floor. She moans my name and…God help me. What was I saying?

“Now,” I groan against her. “Surrender to me, principessa.”

I press deeper, my tongue moving with rough, deliberate plunges, driving her higher and higher. Her breaths are ragged, her pleas more urgent. “There,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. I’m almost… almost…”

When I slide my hand between her legs, my thumb finding her clit, her entire body goes taut. The moment I apply pressure, she shatters.

“Matteo!” she screams, and it echoes off the walls. Her release is hot and wet coating my face, her center trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. I hold her steady, supporting her as she rides out her climax until… her cries fade into soft, breathless whimpers.

Her body yields and I rise to my feet, gathering her in my arms.

“Climax number one,” I murmur against her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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