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Her body melted into me and her hands fisted my shirt as if she couldn’t get me close enough. I moved my mouth down her jaw, over the soft skin below her ear. Her hips ground against me, her moves jerky and unpracticed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasped, nipping her neck and hoping to leave a mark for the world to see.
With my hand between her thighs, I pressed my fingers to her soaking core. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against me as her head fell back.
“Ohhh,” she breathed. I increased the pressure and her pink lips parted as we stared at each other. “Please.”
“Please what? Use your words, Ari,” I demanded, tightening my grip on her hair and tilting her face up so she’d watch me.
She peered at me, her gaze heavy-lidded. “I need?—”
She ground her hips against my hand harder and faster.
“What?” I growled, needing to hear her say it.
“I need to come.”
“Good girl,” I groaned, rewarding her by thrusting a finger inside her tight entrance.
Her blue eyes darkened and a sense of satisfaction filled me. I kept sliding my finger in and out of her, watching her face, not wanting to miss the flicker of every single emotion that crossed her features.
Ari’s eyes dropped to my lips as her tongue swept across her lower lip. “Kiss me, please.”
I kissed her, sliding my finger in and out of her folds while my thumb circled her clit. She was so fucking tight, and I couldn’t help but imagine how she’d feel when I thrust into her. Her insides greedily clenched around my fingers as she moaned softly into my mouth.
I guided her gently onto her back, the rose petals getting tangled in her blonde hair. And all the while, my fingers rubbed her clit and my tongue teased hers. Her body shivered underneath mine, her hips rising frantically to rub against me.
God, she was so responsive. So fucking beautiful.
“Matteo,” she moaned, needy. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging into my muscles as she quivered underneath me. “Matteo, oh… ohh…”
Her body rocked against my hand, and I could taste her impending orgasm almost as if it were my own. Her arousal, sweet and delicious, permeated the air. Her juices drenched my fingers and I refused to let up. She writhed under me with her head thrown back, the rose petals surrounding her head like a halo.
“Look at me,” I ordered as I guided her closer and closer to the edge.
Shudders rolled down her body and she panted, her mewling getting louder. I rubbed at her clit faster and picked up the pace of my thrusting.
She was close, and I reveled in the knowledge that I was the only man who’d seen her through an orgasm.
Her hands tightened around me, and I loved how she needed me as she came unraveled, her body shivering and her pussy convulsing around my fingers with my name on her lips.
I couldn’t fucking wait to marry this woman.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ARIANNA
Ididn’t know how or when it happened exactly, but somewhere along the way, I’d fallen for the very same man who stole my first kiss as a boy. The very same man my sister wanted for herself.
Maybe the feelings were there all along, waiting, idling by. Or maybe a switch was flipped when faced with a life-or-death situation. I wasn’t sure.
All I knew as I drowned in Matteo’s hazel gaze was that this man was everything I’d never realized I was looking for.
My body trembled against his as he cupped the back of my head, kissed me lightly, and then brought his forehead to rest against mine.
I molded my lips to his, inhaling his scent deep into my lungs, letting the headiness of the moment weigh me down.
“Are you going to… make love to me now?” I breathed out.
