Page 97 of Beautiful Sinner

“I understand. So just hold me tonight. That’s all I need.”

“I can do that.” Matteo carries me into the bedroom and helps me get under the covers and wraps his arms around my back. His warm chest is behind me, letting me know he’s right there.

And I fall asleep on my wedding night, not in a wedding gown but a hospital one, and know that I will be safe as long as Matteo is with me.

In the morning, I feel much more rested. Yesterday’s craziness feels like a fever dream. If it weren’t for my hurt arm, I would doubt if it even happened.

I turn around to face Matteo, who’s sleeping soundly. He’s even more handsome when he’s sleeps if that were somehow possible. I love this man with all my heart, even though we’ve only known each other for a little over a month. But I know him more than I know anybody else, even Viktor.

He blinks his eyes open and smiles down at me. “Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi, handsome.”

He chuckles as he gives me a small kiss. It’s tender and sweet and it makes me want more. I want all of him. I’ve been waiting to give him all of me since we first met but I was just waiting to get married. Now that we’re married, nothing can stop us, not even my arm.

I deepen the kiss and press my body against his. Matteo pulls me in closer.

“Hey,” he murmurs against my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. It’s just my arm. The rest of my body still works. I’ll be ok, Matteo. I want this. I want to be with you. Anything could happen. Case in point: yesterday. I’m not sure how much time we have left. My brother could find us tomorrowand it could all be over. I want to be with you now. Take me. Please.” I don’t even care how desperate I sound. I’m speaking with all my heart and nothing can be wrong about that.

Matteo lets out a small groan and kisses me harder. With a roll of his body, he presses my back into the mattress and settles himself on top of me. My hands grip his strong back, seeking more. Always more.

I’m not nervous. I love Matteo and I know what kind of pleasure he can give me. I still think of his mouth between my legs. How taboo it all was when we had to hide. But now, we don’t have to hide and it’s more freeing than I thought anything possible.

His hands skim along my bare thighs, sending goosebumps over my skin. I arch my back as he pulls the hospital gown over my head, leaving me naked beneath him.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he comments as his eyes gaze over me. I let him look. There’s no shame.

“I want you to be naked too. Please.” I tug at this shirt.

“So bossy.”

“It’s only fair.”

He smiles as he slips his shirt off and I can look at his strong chest that sends a flutter straight down to my core. He presses our chests together, skin to skin. The closest we’ve ever been.

I moan softly when his lips find my neck and he presses kisses along my skin until he reaches my breasts. He gives each one a kiss before he moves further down.

Matteo spreads my legs wide. “I can smell you, baby. Fuck. Do I make you wet?”

I nod despite my blush on my face. “Only for you.”

“Good.” He keeps his eyes on me as he presses his lips straight between my legs. I can’t hold back my moan as his lips find my nub. It’s electric. It’s too much. It’s perfect.

He knows exactly how to run his tongue and lips over my most intimate area, touching my folds and clit and even my inner thighs. I’m so sensitive there. It only heightens everything.

My hips buck up of their own accord. Matteo grips my thighs tighter and presses his face harder against my vulva. His lips move lazily over my nub, getting me wetter and wetter. I never knew I could feel this much arousal in my whole life.

I touch my breasts on instinct. Matteo lets out a low growl that sends another wave of pleasure through me. My hands roam down to my stomach and back up while my hips arch up and down.

I need more and yet I need less. My breath comes out in small pants and moans. I’m losing control of myself and I don’t even care.

“Fuck, baby,” he says before licking right up my slit. I gasp and my hips buck up. My hands find the back of his hair, holding him in place. I need friction. I need release.

Matteo licks, licks, licks, right over my clit. Unashamedly, I move my hips down, pressing my vulva against his face. I need more, more, more…

“Oh,” I gasp out as my orgasm hits me. “Matteo.” It comes out as a pleasurable whisper.

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