Page 438 of Rosetti Family New York
He tears them away with casual strength, the lace giving way like paper. "Mine," he says, settling between my thighs. "This pretty pussy is mine."
The first touch of his mouth against my center makes me cry out, back arching off the bed. He works me with skills that border on sinful, tongue and lips and teeth driving me toward the edge with devastating precision.
"You taste like heaven," he groans against my flesh. "Like everything I've ever wanted."
His fingers join his mouth, sliding inside me while his tongue circles my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, perfect, and I can feel my orgasm building like a storm.
When I look down, he's watching me. Our eyes lock, and the intimacy of it—seeing him between my thighs, seeing the hunger and love in his gaze—nearly undoes me completely.
"Come for me," he commands, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot. "Let me hear you scream my name."
The climax crashes through me like wildfire, leaving me gasping and shaking. But Matteo doesn't stop, doesn't give me time to recover. He works me through it and beyond, pushing me toward another peak before the first has fully ebbed.
"Again," he demands. "Give me another one."
"I can't." But even as I say it, I can feel myself building again. "Too much."
"You can." His voice is dark velvet and steel. "You'll give me everything, Isabella. Every sound, every shiver, every drop of pleasure I can wring from this body."
The second orgasm is stronger than the first, tearing through me until I'm sobbing his name. Only then does he pull away, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
"Perfect," he breathes, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a kiss that tastes like sin and promises. "So fucking perfect for me."
I can feel him, hard and thick against my thigh as he settles between my legs. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I whimper at the sensation.
"Please," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist. "I need you inside me."
"Look at me," he commands, one hand gripping my chin. "I want you to see who's claiming you."
Our eyes lock as he pushes inside, filling me completely. The sensation is intense, perfect, like coming home after a long exile. I gasp at the stretch, at the feeling of being completely possessed.
He pauses when he's fully seated, his forehead touching mine. For a moment, we just breathe together, connected in the most intimate way possible. His eyes search mine, and I see everything there—love, possession, reverence, hunger.
"Mine," he groans, beginning to move with long, deep strokes. "Finally fucking mine."
"Yours," I agree, meeting his rhythm. "Only yours."
He sets a pace that's both tender and demanding, each thrust hitting that perfect spot that makes me see stars. His hands move over my body with possessive reverence, mapping every curve and hollow like he's memorizing me.
"Say it while I fuck you," he demands, his voice strained with pleasure and control. "Tell me you love me while I'm inside you."
"I love you." The words come out on a moan as he drives deeper. "I love you, Matteo. I love how you make me feel. I love that you're mine."
"This pussy's mine now," he growls, hips snapping harder. "Say it."
"My pussy's yours." The words would have embarrassed the old Isabella, but this woman revels in them. "All of me is yours."
He reaches between us, thumb finding my clit and circling with perfect pressure. The combination of his touch and the relentless pace of his thrusts sends me spiraling toward another peak.
He slows his movements, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You can love me and still be strong, bella," he says, voice thick with feeling and sincerity. "That's what you never understood. Loving me doesn't make you weak. It makes you mine."
The words, combined with the way he's looking at me—like I'm his whole world—push me over the edge. my walls clenching around him as I come with a scream that echoes off his bedroom walls. He follows me over, burying his face in my neck as he spills inside me with a groan that sounds like prayer.
But we're not done. The moment our breathing steadies, he's moving again, pulling out only to flip me onto my hands and knees.
"Again," he says, positioning himself behind me. "I want to watch my cock disappear into your pussy from this angle."
I push back against him, shameless in my need. "Yes. Please."
