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He chuckled darkly. “I’ve been kissing your pussy for a while now.”
I breathed out a laugh, my cheeks burning.
He raised a brow. “Are you asking me to?”
“I’m begging you to.” My pussy throbbed with the promise of more. “Hell has officially frozen over, Matteo.”
Every thought or reason soon dispersed when his mouth covered mine. He didn’t just kiss me, he ravaged my lips. Devoured them. Owned them.
It was a savage claiming.
He thrust his tongue inside, and a moan inched up my throat. He pushed one hand into my hair and gripped my waist with the other, pulling me against his strong, muscular body. He kissed me like he’d been waiting for this since the beginning of time. Like he wanted to remind me that I’d belonged to him for even longer.
I rested my palms on his chest, feeling his heart beat as wildly as my own.
“Mine,” he growled, and then he began devouring me again, our teeth clashing, and his tongue fucking my mouth just as it had my pussy mere moments ago.
A possessive kiss.
Deep down, I knew we were going about it the wrong way, and I couldn’t help the tears that burned behind my eyelids. I should hate myself for falling for Matteo, knowing full well it would hurt my sister.
Yet, I could no more resist these feelings for him than I could force the sun to rise.
CHAPTER TWENTY
MATTEO
The fact the damn universe held so much of Ari’s attention rendered me sick with jealousy. However, watching her speak excitedly about the galaxies, stars, and planets, demonstrating with her hands and sharing it all with me, it eased the sting of that unfounded green monster.
I feared now that I’d tasted my woman, there’d be no hiding my infatuation.
“Here, look.” Arianna tugged on my arm and pulled me closer to the telescope. I peered through the eyepiece, the stars slowly fading away as dawn approached. “Do you see the pattern?”
I straightened, my hands still holding the piece of equipment that would make NASA envious, and told her seriously, “It’s pretty cool, but the only galaxy and stars I care about are the ones in your eyes.” When she tilted her head and half rolled her eyes, I added, “And the ones you’re seeing while I’m eating your pussy,” for good measure.
A little snort-laugh escaped her and she hit my shoulder playfully. “You’ve got to be the cheesiest sweet talker on this planet.”
“Not exactly what I was aiming for.”
“What were you aiming for?”
“Pussy whisperer? Filth talker?” Ari’s cheeks flushed bright red, then she ducked underneath my arm, coming to stand with her back to my chest. “What? Nothing to say to that?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “You’re the only filthy talker I know, so?—”
Lowering my head, I nibbled on her earlobe. “I’d better be.”
“Pffft. If you insist.”
“I do.”
Ari shrugged and returned her attention to her favorite sight.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” She sighed dreamily, and I vowed that going forward, I’d make sure she found plenty of reasons to sigh like that.
“You’re the only beautiful thing I see.” She stiffened for a moment, then shifted away from the telescope. “What’s the matter?”
She glanced over her shoulder, chewing on her bottom lip.
