Page 70 of Hostile Love
“Why did you stop?” I ask, pain and confusion all over my face.
His hand moves across my stomach and a smirk dances on his lips.
“Touching you is one of my favorite things to do…but watching you come…that’s the best. I plan to savor it.”
He drops his mouth to my shoulder and kisses rain all over it. Then he cups between my legs and presses the heel of his hand over my clit, his middle finger slipping inside of me.
“Do you deserve my cum again?” he bites out, energetically rubbing my clit up and down.
I gasp, needy and burning up. My mind scrambles and I completely surrender when the orgasm bursts. As soon as the intensity starts to fade, he manhandles me around and scoops me into his arms.
I settle there, having made up my mind hours ago, this is exactly where I want to be.
He carries me across the room and drops me in the middle of the big bed. His dick is thick and rock hard, ready as he crawls over the top of me.
Grabbing my wrists, he pins my arms at either side of my head, the length of his dick laying against my pelvis.
The sheer weight of his body alone, plastered on top of mine, sets off a chain reaction of sparks that quickly blazes into flames.
I groan, my heart beating heavily.
The thought of marrying this man one day charges through my brain. I’d been so focused on the past, and the dark world we live in, that I was blinded to the fact he’d already found his way into my heart.
It’s all his.
I don't want to walk alone anymore. I’ve been running on empty for too long.
Neither of us knows where our paths would lead, but I sure as hell won’t waste any more time without him.
His lips start off on my forehead and kiss their way down my cheek to my collarbone.
It’s these intimate moments together that I crave more than anything. The intoxicating scent of his taut muscles and the raging fire taking hold in his eyes when he stares back at me.
“Daniela,” he murmurs.
His short nails skate down my arms and my body shivers in response, making me moan.
“Matheus.”
He gets up onto his knees, straddling me, and lightly slaps my left breast, followed with the right.
“I’m not playing games. Okay.” He confirms. “I’ll deal with Blanco and smooth things over with Tommy. They can either accept this or go up against me.”
“Go up againstus.” I roll my hips. “We’re a team.”
He smiles. A genuine, breathtaking grin and dips into my face, his hum of approval a low rumble.
“Yeah, baby, we’re a team. A powerhouse,” Matheus declares against my lips. “You’re my religion. I worship you.” He licks his dried blood on my skin and twists one of my nipples. “And your cum is my holy water.”
Fuck, yeah.
My skin flushes and my clit pulses. I whimper when he kisses me, hard and violent. Our urges take over.
His hands control every inch of me and mine won’t stop touching him.
I kiss him back, opening my mouth for him and groaning as our tongues play.
He grunts down my throat, the sound so fucking dirty it makes me break out in a hot sweat. Tingles shoot up my spine.
