Savage Vows (Titans: Moretti Mafia #2)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Alessia

He brushes his thumb across my lower lip, making me whimper.

Matteo doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead he leans in, capturing my mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. His lips are soft yet commanding, his tongue teasing until I part my lips. He tastes of rich merlot and sin, a dizzying combination that has me melting into him.

He slides his hands from my face to trace a path down my neck, across my shoulders, then lower until they reach the hem of my sweater.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the material over my head, and his gaze never leaves mine. After dropping it to the floor, he reaches around me to unhook my bra. “I can’t get enough of you.”

After sliding the straps down my arms, he allows the lingerie to float down also.

The cool air caresses my nipples, making them hard. Very deliberately, he cups my breasts, his thumbs circling the taut peaks, drawing a gasp from deep within me.

“So perfect,” he says in a low rumble. “I love how you react to my touch.” He leans down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping until I’m arching into him, my hands fisting his hair. He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire wherever he touches.

By the time he pulls back, I’m writhing, my breath coming in short bursts.

“Say, yes, Alessia,” he urges.

I shouldn’t, but I nod. In this moment, I want him more than anything else. “Yes, Matteo.”

He takes my hand, leading me out of the kitchen. When we reach the top of the stairs, he nods to Chiara and tells her she’s off duty for the rest of the evening.

“Yes, sir.”

Together we walk down the hallway, stopping at the farthest door. Hand on the knob, he looks at me. “No woman has ever stepped foot in here. Until you.”

Though it shouldn’t matter, the information makes me happy.

His room is decorated in shades of gray and black. A king-size bed sits in the center, the headboard made of intricately carved dark wood.

He closes the door behind us, and the turn of the lock seems to echo in the enormous room.

Curious, feeling as if I’m getting a peek into the kind of person Matteo truly is, I take a few steps forward.

I’m drawn to the large windows. Like my studio, the view is of the backyard, and tonight, there’s a sliver of moon and a couple of twinkling stars.

I catch his reflection in the glass, and I turn to face him.

Matteo is watching me, his gaze intense.

“Come here.” He crooks his finger toward me. “Unfasten my shirt for me.”

This is something lovers do for one another. Or maybe he considers it a wifely duty.

My mouth dry, I draw a steadying breath, and I walk toward him. Inches from him, I stop, tipping back my head to meet his gaze. There’s encouragement in their depths, but surprising me, there’s no demand.

My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the top button of his shirt.

He stands perfectly still, his eyes never leaving mine as I slowly unfasten each one, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin and a smattering of hair. As I reach the last button, my knuckles lightly brush against his taut abdomen, and I feel the muscles contract beneath my touch.

He shrugs out of the shirt and tosses it over the back of a nearby chair.

Unable to help myself, I stare at him, drinking in every detail as if memorizing them. I knew he was gorgeous, but I really had no idea how broad and hard he is, all honed muscles and corded sinew.

But the scars on his chest and the tattoo on his arm hold me riveted. For the first time, I can read the entire tattoo. Duty First. The words seem to be a motto as well as a stark reminder of the life he leads—the life I despise.

Yet I can’t deny the pull he has over me.

Tentatively I reach out to trace one of the small scars with my fingertip. “What happened?” I ask softly.

He captures my hand in his, pressing a kiss to my palm before answering. “That one came from Dante, if I remember.”

“Your younger brother?”

“Who wanted to act as if he were the oldest.”

He says the words simply, as if the explanation is obvious. I remember my brothers roughhousing, but I don’t recall anyone actually drawing blood.

Instead of pulling away, I trace a jagged line “And this?”

“A reminder.” His words are simple and stark. “Of my responsibilities, my obligation to protect what’s mine. Have no doubt, I always do that.”

A shudder runs through me.

“Tonight, Alessia, I want to forget all that. Tonight, I just want you.”

The intensity in his voice sends a surge of awareness through me.

Before I can say anything, he kisses me again, this time sliding his hands around me to cup my ass and pull me flush against him.

The insistent length of his erection presses into my stomach, making me damp. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, exploring, tasting.

He allows his hands to roam over my back, then drift lower until he’s holding my ass and squeezing gently. His hard cock presses against me, making my legs weak. It’s a good thing he’s holding me so tight.

Slowly he breaks the kiss. Then he trails his lips down my jaw to nip at the sensitive skin of my neck.

With a gasp, I tilt my head back to give him better access. Taking advantage, he moves lower, capturing one taut nipple between his teeth. He tugs gently, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Matteo!”

He responds by licking my other nipple, circling the peak with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

I’m lost in sensation, aching for more.

He seems to sense my need, his hands moving to the waistband of my pants. With deft movements, he slides them down, taking my panties at the same time. I step out of them.

Standing in front of him, completely naked, seems different than earlier this evening.

This time, he’s moving more slowly, not issuing commands.

He takes the time sweeping his gaze over me appreciatively. “I’m lucky you’re mine.” Still keeping my gaze captive, he traces a line from my collarbone down to my navel, then lower still.

With a wicked curve of his lips, he drops to his knees in front of me.

Oh, God.

I watch, wide-eyed, as he leans in, inhaling deeply. “You smell intoxicating.” His breath is warm on me. Then, without warning, he leans in and licks me in a long, sensual stroke.

He continues, exploring me in a way he hadn’t earlier, his tongue delving deep inside me before once more circling my clit.

My knees threaten to buckle, so I grab his shoulders for support.

“That’s it, Alessia. Hold on to me. Always.”

When we’d played a couple of hours ago, he’d been demanding and dominant. This time, he’s being a lover, giving me time to savor each sensation.

He worships me with his mouth. Then he simultaneously finger-fucks my pussy. I’m spiraling out of control, turning myself over to him.

“You’re the perfect lover.”

When I’m crying his name, sure I can’t take any more, he finally relents, rising to his feet.

His gaze locked on mine, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms.

Instinctively I turn toward him and wrap my arm around his neck.

He carries me to the bed, where the housekeeping staff has already turned back the covers. He lays me down gently, positioning me so that my head rests on one of the half-dozen pillows.

Mesmerized, I watch as he kicks off his shoes and strips off his pants and socks in fluid, controlled movements.

When he’s naked, my lips part.

I’d felt him earlier, had guessed at his size, but seeing him now… He’s magnificent, enormous and thick. A drop of precum glistens on his cockhead.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

In a swift move, he climbs onto the bed and straddles me, capturing my hands, stretching them above my head and pinning them to the mattress. The position arches my back slightly, thrusting my breasts upward, and he takes advantage, leaning down to suck one hardened nipple into his mouth.

He teases me with his tongue and teeth, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. At the same time, he wedges a muscled thigh between my legs, applying pressure exactly where I need it. I squirm against him, trying to increase the friction, but he takes his time, building my arousal slowly.

“I want you wet for me, Alessia.”

His cock is a hot, heavy weight against my stomach, the precum leaving a slick trail on my skin. I want to touch him, to explore every inch of his body, but he keeps my hands pinned firmly in place.

He switches his attention to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention until I’m writhing beneath him, grinding myself on his thigh, creating a delicious friction that has me on the edge of orgasm. “Matteo!”

“Spread your legs for me.”

I do, and Matteo hovers over me, his powerful body poised at my entrance. He’s so much bigger than I imagined, and I’m not sure how I’ll take all of him, especially since I’m still a little sore from earlier.

As he pushes in slightly, I freeze.

Instantly he pauses. “Look at me, Alessia.”

When I comply, he says, “Everything will be fine. You were made for me.”

Pulling back a little, he shifts, spreading my legs wider with his knees. Then he strokes in just a little deeper than he had before. With his size and the fact I’m still a little sore from earlier, nerves have me on edge.

“Relax.”

I wish it were that easy.

Instead, expecting him to thrust in hard, I drop my hands to my sides and grab hold of the sheet beneath me.

“Fuck.” He scowls ferociously. “Birth control, Alessia. Are you on anything?”

The question catches me off guard, and I shake my head. “No. I haven’t been… I mean, there hasn’t been a need.”

His eyes darken possessively. “Good.”

I’m sure he’s wondered about Gabriel, but I’ve never had true romantic feelings for him. He’d been too obsessed with his art, with himself.

Matteo kisses me quickly and possessively. “I’ll take care of it.” He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a condom, then tears open the packet with his teeth.

Watching him roll the latex down his length is incredibly erotic. Despite my apprehensions, a new wave of desire washes over me.

Once more, he positions himself back between my legs, and he locks his gaze on mine again. “I want to feel you come around my cock, Alessia.”

His words alone are enough to send me over the edge.

In a swift motion, he takes my wrists again and secures them in place above my head.

With his free hand, he guides himself to my entrance and rubs the head of his cock against my clit, teasing me until my apprehensions vanish and need takes over. Frantically I lift my hips toward him. “Matteo, please,” I beg, my voice a breathless whisper. “Take me.”

His answering smile is unbelievably sexy. “Since you asked so nicely,” he says, and with a single, powerful thrust, he enters me.

I gasp at the sudden fullness, and my body stretches to accommodate his size. His jaw clenched, he stills, giving me time to adjust. All the while, he’s watching my reactions. “You’re so fucking tight, Alessia. So fucking perfect.”

When I exhale, he begins to move with slow, deliberate strokes that fill me completely.

“Put your legs around my waist,” he instructs, releasing his grip on my wrists. “Take me deeper.”

He helps me into position, and I gasp when he’s all the way inside me.

“Fuck. Alessia.” He groans.

My hips move in sync with his.

As we go on and on, I’m swimming somewhere deep inside my head.

Matteo quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more intense.

I’m so close.

As if wanting to prolong this experience for both of us, he leans down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting until I’m crying out with pleasure and the tension in my body is coiling more tightly and more tightly.

He grasps my hips harder and tilts me to meet his thrusts.

“Now, Alessia. Come for me.” The order is harsh with need. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

The combination of his words and his possessive strokes send me spiraling over the edge.

My inner muscles clench around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. Digging my fingers into his hair, I scream his name.

He thrusts into me once, twice more, then finds his own release. “Goddamn it.” Shuddering, he groans my name.

In the aftermath, he rolls to the side so he doesn’t suffocate me, and he gathers me against him, holding me as if he’ll never let me go.

Gently he kisses the top of my head and trails his fingers down my back. “From now on, you’ll sleep with me.”

I press my hand against his chest, but I don’t have the energy to argue with him. In fact, my traitorous body wants me to stay exactly where I am.

He leaves me for a moment to dispose of the condom, and he returns with a warm washcloth to soothe my tender pussy.

“Would you like to take a bath?” he offers. “You’ll need it. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I can’t get enough.”

I blink. Are you serious?