Page 234 of The One
I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart and piecing me back together all at once. I cry out his name, nails sinking into his back as my body pulses around him, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave.
With a final deep, claiming thrust, Mateo follows, groaning against my skin as he spills into me, his body trembling from the force of his release.
For a moment, neither of us moves.
His forehead stays pressed to mine, our breaths mingling, chests rising and falling in sync.
The air is thick with heat, with the scent of sex, sweat and something new… something sacred.
Mateo shifts, brushing damp strands of hair from my face with a tenderness that steals my breath all over again.
“You okay,dolcezza?”
A slow, sated smile tugs at my lips. “More than okay. Perfect.”
His gaze softens. He kisses me, slow and deep, as if sealing something between us.
And I know, without a doubt, I belong to him and he to me.
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Mateo
This was, beyond a doubt, the most mind-blowing sex of my life.
And the fact that it happened on my wedding night? The perfect fucking cherry on top.
Mari is draped across me, boneless and sated, a satisfied smile curving her lips. Just the waymywife should look.
Letting go of control doesn’t come easy for me. In fact, it goes against every instinct I have, especially in bed.
Lying still while Mari took me in just about killed me. But when we got there?
Fuck.Nothing has ever felt that good. She was so fucking tight, wet, hot, and silken soft. Heaven itself.
But she was right. Letting her take the reins, took the pressure off me and let me focus entirely onher.
It’s what she needed, what she wanted.
Her whole life choices have been made for her. But tonight? She claimed this moment for herself. And giving that to her? No question.
My respect for her only grew.
As much as I hate leaving her warmth, I force myself out of bed and head to the bathroom. She stirs, lifting her head briefly before sinking back into the pillow, too exhausted to fight sleep.
I wet a washcloth under warm water and return to find her curled up, hugging my pillow. My chest tightens at the sight.
My wife.
Mine.
I gently ease her legs open. My cum, thick and glistening, is dripping from her.
“Fuck,” I groan, pure, unfiltered desire surging through me.
I’m mesmerized. Possessed.
