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My cock is trapped between our abdomens. It twitches and jerks, fully on board with what she’s pleading for.
Her need ignites something primal in me, something I’ve been trying so damn hard to hold back.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want her right now. The thought of giving her everything, of being completely one with her, consumes me now that she’s asked.
But I made a promise to her, to myself, to wait until our wedding night.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The words echo in my mind, a desperate mantra as I battle the war waging inside me.
My body screams at me to give in, to feel her fully, to finally cross that line we’ve skirted so dangerously close to whenever we’re intimate.
I look at her. The way her body moves restlessly against mine, her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips.
I don’t want to wait either. God, how I don’t want to wait.
“Please, Teo. Make love to me,” she begs again, her voice so vulnerable, so open.
It does something to me I can’t fully explain. It goes beyond desire, something that reaches down to the very core of who I am. It’s love, raw and unfiltered, mixed with the most intense longing I’ve ever known.
Her eyes bore into mine, pleading, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
“Please fill me with your cock. Take me now.”
Chapter Sixty-Two
Mariella
Mateo stares at me, swallowing hard.
“Dolcezza, more than anything, I want to lose myself in you. I want to give you every part of me. But I made you a promise.”
“Please, Teo. I need all of you,” I try again, rubbing myself on his hard shaft that’s pressed against my belly. It twitches with the friction.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but this desperate need to be filled by him overwhelms every part of me. It’s a pull I can’t fight, a soul-deep craving that’s all-consuming.
Teo’s expression is a storm of emotions, conflicted, strained, and teetering on the edge.
He’s so close to breaking, I can taste it.
All I want is to push him over, to shatter that last thread of his resistance.
Who would have thought the notorious playboy, the man who could have anyone with a mere glance, would have such unshakable convictions?
It’s maddening, and yet it makes me fall for him even harder. The way he holds back, despite the fire blazing between us, speaks volumes about the strength of his character.
But right now, I don’t want restraint. I don’t want patience or promises of later.
I want him to give in. To let go of that control and let the hunger between us consume us both.
Gently, I cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles over his cheeks. His skin is hot beneath my touch, his breath shaky. My heart thuds in time with his as I lean in, closing the distance between us.
I pour everything into this kiss. The fiery ache that burns through me, my unyielding desire for him, and the need to belong to him in a way that can never be undone.
It’s a surrender, a declaration, and a silent dare for him to claim me completely. But just in case that doesn’t work, I give it voice too.
“I need to have you so deep inside me, there is no space left between us.”
