Page 397 of Rosetti Family New York
I pull the zipper down slowly, my knuckles brushing against her spine. The navy dress whispers to the floor, pooling around her feet in a circle of structured fabric. She shivers, and I can feel her pulse racing under my touch. The room is warm with summer heat, but goosebumps rise on her arms anyway.
The dress pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the green lace lingerie I bought her. The sight stops my heart.She's golden in the lamplight, her skin flushed pink, every curve perfect and mine to worship.
"Fuck," I breathe, my eyes drinking in every inch of her. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."
I trace the edge of the lace with my fingertip, watching her skin flush pink with desire. She's trembling, but not with fear. With want. With need. With the same desperate hunger that's been eating me alive since I took her.
The smoothness of the lace contrasts with the heat of her skin underneath. I can feel her heartbeat through her ribs, can smell the subtle perfume that drives me crazy mixed with the scent of her arousal.
"Your turn," she whispers, her hands moving to the buttons of my shirt.
I let her undress me, her fingers careful and reverent as she pushes the fabric off my shoulders. When she traces the scar on my chest, the one she bandaged just days ago, I have to bite back a groan.
"You've been through hell," she says softly.
"Still am." The words come out rough, honest.
She leans closer, pressing a kiss to the scar. "Then don't go through it alone."
The gentleness in her voice, the acceptance, it breaks something open in my chest. I've never had anyone look at me the way she does. Like I'm worth saving. Like I'm worth loving.
I lift her onto the bed, the sheets cool against our overheated skin. She's spread out beneath me like a feast, all golden skin and green lace and eyes that burn with desire. The moonlight through the windows paints silver patterns across her body, and I lean down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts above the lace.
The room smells like her perfume and the night air drifting through the windows. I can taste salt on her skin, feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips.
"God, the things I want to do to you," I murmur against her skin. "The ways I want to make you mine."
"Tell me," she breathes, her back arching as I kiss lower. "Tell me what you want."
"I want to worship every inch of you," I say, my voice rough with need. "Want to make you come so hard you forget your own name. Want to mark you, claim you, make sure you never forget who you belong to."
She moans, her hands tangling in my hair as I kiss down her body. I take my time, memorizing the taste of her skin, the sounds she makes, the way she responds to my touch. When I reach the edge of her panties, I look up at her, my eyes dark with promise.
"Mine," I growl, and she doesn’t say anything, just nods frantically.
I strip the lace away and spread her thighs wider, drinking in the sight of her. "Look at you," I growl, my voice rough with hunger. "So wet for me already. This pretty little pussy is dripping, and I haven't even touched you yet."
She whimpers, her hips lifting toward me, and I hold her down with firm hands on her thighs.
"Tell me what you want," I demand, my breath hot against her skin. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
"I want your mouth," she gasps, her cheeks flushing pink. "I want you to taste me."
"Fuck yes." I lean down, dragging my tongue through her wetness in one long, slow stroke. She cries out, her back arching off the bed. "You taste like heaven, baby. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours."
I devour her like a man starving, my tongue working her clit while I slide two fingers deep inside her. She's so tight, so hot, clenching around me like she never wants to let me go.
"God, Matteo," she pants, her hands fisting in my hair. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Never," I growl against her. "I'm going to make you come on my tongue, then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
I curl my fingers, finding that perfect spot that makes her scream. Her thighs shake around my head, and I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing.
"Come for me," I command, my voice muffled against her pussy. "Come all over my face, baby. Let me feel you fall apart."
She shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. I work her through it, lapping up every drop of her sweetness until she's boneless and panting beneath me.
"Beautiful," I breathe, kissing my way up her body. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
