Page 133 of The One
Mateo De Marco loves me.
Chapter Fifty-One
Mariella
I’m still in dreamland as Mateo pulls his lips from mine.
His smile is radiant, his eyes sparkling with joy, and his face glows with a happiness I want to see every single day, ideally for the rest of my life.
I want to pinch myself and climb up on the roof to shout it for the whole world to hear.
Mateo loooooovvvvvves me.
He rubs his nose against mine, and I close my eyes, letting myself soak in every sensation that rushes through me.
“Now we’ve cleared up that you’re going to be my wife, are you ready to go upstairs? Because the only bed you’ll be sleeping in from now on is the one in my room.”
Wife, upstairs, bed.
The words echo inside me, making me all giddy, the first one in particular striking me like lightning.
Wife, wife, wife.
Me!
Mateo’s warm breath against my neck brings me back to the here and now. I’m utterly powerless against him. I have no defenses when it comes to this man. Whatever resistance I’ve tried to build crumbles in the wake of his touch.
Still, I try.
Why, I don’t know. After all, he’s giving me all I ever wanted.
“That’s not appropriate,” I all but moan when he finds an especially sensitive spot behind my ear.
“I don’t care. I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to have you fall asleep in my arms, it’s where you belong.”
Huh, what is he talking about? My brain scrambles to catch up.
Oh, right. He held me until I fell asleep after the shooting. Was that only yesterday? It might as well have been a different lifetime.
“Umm, how will sleeping in the same bed work when we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other and you want to, you know…” I let the sentence trail.
“Wait?” he fills in for me.
“Yeah.”
A devilish smile brightens his face.
“We can still do plenty of other stuff that doesn’t involve me pushing my hard cock balls deep into your dripping pussy.”
Oh god! This dirty mouth of his.
I bury my face in his chest, overcome by the images my mind conjures up at his words.
But as I’m learning, Teo will have none of that. He takes my chin between his fingers and lifts my gaze to his. His eyes twinkle with mischief. He’s enjoying the hell out of my embarrassment.
“I may not be strong enough to not beg you for more,” I admit.
“Then I’ll be strong enough for the two of us. I won’t spoil our wedding night. I never thought I’d have the gift of an untouched bride.”
