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He pinches my clit gently, and I’m so ready to come, my whole body spasms.
“Please,” I plead, a surge of frustration balling up.
“Then tell me whose you are.”
I whimper when he toys with my clit again.
“Yours,” I pant. “I’m yours, Teo.”
“That’s right. Mine,” he all but growls.
He increases the pace, plunging his finger inside me while rubbing his thumb over my clit.
“Now come, Mari, and scream my name.”
An orgasm so powerful and intense rips through me, I almost pass out in a cloud of warm ecstasy.
I pant for breath, trying to stop my head from spinning.
I’m mush, but my senses are on overload.
Teo doesn’t stop. His finger keeps stroking that sensitive spot inside me, while his thumb draws soft circles around my clit, prolonging my release.
It lasts so long, it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
I push his hand away, unable to take any more.
He removes his finger and brings it to his mouth, licking it dry. I watch mesmerized, my pussy trembling with aftershocks.
He moves up my body and gathers me into his arms. Maneuvering us up the bed, he pulls the covers over us. Exhausted, my head rests on his chest.
I’veneverfelt this good in my life.
“If this is a taste of what’s to come on our wedding night, can we get married tomorrow?” I half-joke.
I look up at him, smiling, and he bends to look at me thoughtfully.
“If it wasn’t for Tiero, we would. But I promised him to wait till he’s back from Brazil.”
“You talked to your brother about marrying me already?” I’m stunned by the revelation.
“Of course,” he replies, his smile soft and genuine. “Now that I’ve got you, what’s the point in waiting?”
Chapter Fifty-Three
Mateo
The rays of the rising sun filter through the curtains, soft and warm, just like the woman asleep in my arms. I prop myself up on my elbow, resting my head on my hand to drink her in.
Her hair is a wild mane of raven-black strands, fanning out across my pillow.
Jesus, she’s beautiful.
Natural, unassuming, yet capable of bringing me to my knees.
My cock twitches in agreement, my morning wood demanding satisfaction. I can’t wait for us to be married and for me to be able to slide into her perfect heat. What a way to start the day.
Until then, though? I could feast on her again or feed her my cock. But she needs more rest first. We had a late night getting home and an even later night before we fell asleep.
