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“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so wet, and hot, and so fucking tight.”
His thumb presses against my clit, drawing tiny circles. And with his finger moving just that little bit inside me, I burn alive with need.
My hips gyrate of their own accord, moving with the rhythm he’s setting. If I thought about it, I’d be mortified about riding his hand the way I do, but I’m too far gone to care about my actions or the fact that he’s closely observing even my smallest reaction.
“Such a needy girl,” he groans, desire lurking in his eyes. His lips trail kisses along my neck and up to my ear, nuzzling a spot that sends goosebumps across my skin.
This is torture of the best kind.
My heart thrums at a speed that has my head spinning. Chaotic sensations run through me, every nerve ending in my body awakened and begging for more.
I’m hurling toward something.
Something I’ve never experienced with another person.
“You’re almost there,dolcezza. Get ready to fly,” he coos in my ear, sheer possessiveness filling his tone.
The flutters in my stomach are fighting for a way out. My body pulls taut.
He ups the tempo, and I purr toward a peak. I clench around his invading finger, feverish with need.
His eyes are laser focused on me as he keeps skating his thumb over my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Teo,” I moan too loudly as I fall over the edge, unable to hold on to my sanity or my body any longer.
White lights explode in my vision and liquid bliss floods my veins as I surrender to the earth-shattering sensations rushing through me. He muffles my screams, slamming his mouth back on mine and kissing me until no air is left in my lungs.
I slump against him, spent and out of breath.
“Fuck, yes,” Teo growls as I open my eyes, which I hadn’t even noticed I’d squeezed shut.
His gaze is firmly on me, watching, mesmerized, with an expression of complete fascination on his perfect face.
“Wow, that… that was…” I stutter, unable to form a coherent thought.
My mind is mush.
Actually, my entire body is. It tingles and my limbs are weak. I’m not sure I could stand up without toppling over.
A pleased smile curves Mateo’s lips as he presses his forehead against mine, his chest heaving.
“Spectacular,” he finishes my sentence.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Mateo
Mari is glowing in my arms, and I’m enraptured. The expression on her face when she came undone was one of pure ecstasy. It stole what little air I had left in my lungs.
This one time was enough to make me an addict. I need to see that look on her beautiful face again. I nearly exploded in my pants like an adolescent watching her letting go.
My cock is still painfully hard, and it’s going to carry the imprint of my zipper for days to come.
Mari presses her cheek against my chest, her breaths coming fast and shallow. Her warmth seeps through my shirt, grounding me in this moment.
She must hear how wildly my heart is hammering beneath her ear, each erratic beat betraying everything I feel for her. She doesn’t just affect me, she owns me in a way no one else ever has.
I tighten my arm around her, pulling her closer.
