I nod. “We.” I like the sound of that.
He kisses me again, and his hands are all over my body, feeling my curves like he hasn’t felt them in years instead of weeks.
I moan because I’ve missed his hands just as much. Honestly, I’ve yearned for everything about him. Even the darkness.
I throw my hands around his neck, not thinking of anything but Matteo. I want him, and he wants me. I don’t care that I haven’t forgiven him yet. I don’t care that I still don’t know what I want and he’s still the devil. I don’t care about any of our problems.
I want him. Naked. Worshipping my body. Making it so that all I can think about his tongue, his hands, and his cock.
He gets the message immediately and pushes us back on the bed. We fall in a heap, our arms and legs tangling together, refusing to let go of each other.
I grab for the hem of his T-shirt, jerking it off his head so that I can see and taste his hard skin. He helps me pull off his shirt before his lips land back on mine again, not giving me enough time to ogle his body as I want, but when his tongue sweeps over mine, I forget about hot his body is. I can look later. I only want this. So much more of this.
His hands slide under my shirt, careful over my belly, and push my flowy tank up, as his hands caress my swollen breasts.
Every time he touches me it feels like more. More intensity. More caring. More energy. More love.
He pushes the shirt off my body and stands to remove both of our pants until we are both naked, our bodies pulsing with blood and filled with aches that need satiating.
“Tie me up. Spank me. Whip me. Claim me,” I beg, needing to see the darkest side of him again. He might think that is one of the reasons I ran, but it’s not. It’s one of the things I surprisingly like about sex with him. He’s not afraid to be himself with me. Even the darkest parts.
But his darkest parts allow for me to be free.
His eyes deepen, and his throat growls. At first, I think he’s going to give me what I want.
Instead, he spreads my legs wide, and his head buries between my legs, licking my most sensitive of areas as he worships my body. I grab his hair, needing to touch him, as he drives me wild with his masterful tongue.
“God, yes, Matteo. I forgot how good that feels.”
He grins against my lips as he continues to lick until I’m screaming his name and coming around his tongue.
My legs fall to the bed, exhausted from coming. But I know we aren’t done. I need his cock, and he needs me.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure what he’s asking, but if it has to do with tying me up or spanking, then yes. I trust him completely.
“Yes,” I whisper, still in my sex coma from coming once already.
He scoops up my body and starts carrying my naked body. I think he’s going to carry me out of the bedroom to another room where he thinks he can fuck me better. He doesn’t.
He takes me to the couch where he raped me.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as he forces me to face the worse in him. I expect the butterflies and the pain in my heart to overtake me. I wait for the tears to pour. But they don’t come.
He lays me down, ever so gently on the couch and then carefully nests himself between my legs.
“I want to fuck you. Make love to you,” he says, waiting for me to respond.
“Fuck me,” I respond, knowing we both need this if we are ever going to have a shot at moving forward together.
He leans down and kisses me tenderly as his cock slides into my pussy. I arch my back at the invasion, wanting him deeper as he intensifies the kiss and tangles his hand in my hair.
His eyes are open as he kisses me and thrusts inside. I keep my eyes open as well, not willing to miss one moment of the emotion oozing out of his eyes.
His eyes tell me everything as he fucks me sweetly. I’m sorry. You’re beautiful. You’re my everything. I love you.
I never thought that someone could say so much and my heart would melt so quickly.