Page 233 of The One
We both gasp, our chests rising and falling as though we’ve run a marathon. His eyes hold mine, anchoring me, and despite my body stretching beyond its old limits, I’ve never felt closer to anyone.
“I’m in,dolce mia,” Mateo soothes, pressing his forehead to mine. “All the way in. You’ve done it.”
Sweat beads on his temples from the effort it’s taking to hold still, to give me time to adjust. He kisses me reverently, his lips lingering, his breath uneven.
There’s no space between us, nothing but skin, heat, and the frantic drum of our heartbeats.
The realization sparks something primal inside me. Arousal, deep and unstoppable, rushes through me.
Teo groans, his body tensing. “You feel so good,dolcezza. I’ve never felt anything like this.”
A fresh wave of slickness gushes around him, and his grip on control frays.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice hoarse, barely his own.
He brushes damp hair from my face, kissing every inch of skin, reverent and wild all at once.
Then, so carefully, he rolls us over, settling me beneath him. He balances on his elbows, his weight a comforting press, his cock still buried deep inside me. His eyes search mine as he lowers his head, rubbing his nose against mine in a slow, tender caress.
“I’m going to move now,” he whispers, his voice all honey and heat.
I slide my hands up his back, enjoying the ripple of his muscles beneath my fingertips, and pull him closer.
“Mateo…”
My breath hitches as he retreats, his cock sliding out inch by inch before pushing back in just as slowly. I dig my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the heat of his lips.
His movements are slow, measured, deep, stretching me open and making me feel every inch of his length.
And though the urge to close my eyes is overwhelming, I can’t.
Our connection is too deep, too raw, too real to break. His soul brands mine, and I let it consume me.
“You’re mine now,” Mateo whispers against my lips, his voice rough with possession. “Mine alone.”
A moan spills from me, my body reacting instinctively to his words. His tone is so dark, so sure, it sends a delicious shiver through me.
He kisses me as he keeps up his slow, thorough pace, his lips trailing from my mouth to my jaw, down to my throat. I arch into him, running my hands over the firm muscles of his back, reveling in the power coiled beneath his skin, desperate to unleash.
He picks up his pace gradually, rolling his hips just right, hitting that spot inside me with each precise thrust. I’m so grateful he knows what he’s doing. I never thought I’d appreciate all of his experience, but right now, I really, really do.
Mateo makes me feel safe, cherished, desired.
There are no words to describe what it’s like to have him inside me. Any discomfort from earlier has faded, replaced by something hypnotic. The feel of his lips, the scent of his skin, the way he holds me with so much command yet so much adoration… I can’t get enough.
His groans in my ear are raw and unrestrained, the sound sending another ripple of pleasure through me. His thrusts become unsteady, more urgent, and my body tightens around him, never wanting to let him go.
Between slow, drugging kisses, his fingers find my clit.
My breath stutters. My toes curl.
His fingers move in sync with his cock, circling and stroking, building the tension higher. I whimper against his mouth, barely able to hold on.
“Normally, I’d make you come once or twice before me,” he pants, voice thick with restraint. “But tonight, I want us to come together.”
My body clenches at his words, heat pooling in my core, pressure mounting so fast it steals my breath. I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel.
“Come for me, Mari,” he growls, his forehead pressing to mine. “Come for your husband.”
