Savage Vows (Titans: Moretti Mafia #2)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Alessia

As we enter the house, Matteo’s hands are already on me, urgent and hungry, the way I’ve been fantasizing about. He kicks the door shut behind us, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He spins me around and presses me against the door. His eyes are dark with desire, a storm brewing within them. He leans in, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue claiming mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

I need this.

With skilled fingers, he unbuttons my blouse, his knuckles brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He breaks the kiss just long enough to slide the material off my shoulders, letting it fall to my feet. My bra follows, and I’m bare before him, my nipples hardening under his intense gaze.

He dips his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth, sucking and nipping until I’m arching into him. “Matteo!”

I’m desperate for him.

He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire wherever he touches.

Suddenly he pulls back, his gaze locked on mine as he says, “I’ve had to sleep alone for too damn many nights.” His voice is a low growl, a mix of desire and reprimand.

“So have I,” I fire back.

“Ah… Little rebel… That won’t save you from what’s coming.”

I know what it is. I see the fire in his eyes, feel it in the tension coiled within him. He steps back, his gaze sweeping over me, taking in every inch of me.

“Turn around,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I do as he says, placing my hands on the door, my breath coming in short bursts. He trails a finger down my spine, making me shiver with anticipation.

He bunches my skirt and tucks it into its waistband.

Then, without warning, his hand comes down on my ass, the smack echoing through the kitchen.

I gasp, more from relief than pain.

Only Matteo can give me what I desperately crave.

He rubs the spot gently, soothing me before smacking me again. The sensation is irresistible, the sting of his hand mixed with the pleasure of his touch. He continues, spanking me until my skin is hot and sensitive, until I’m writhing and moaning, begging for more.

He leans down, pressing his body against mine, forcing me against the wall, the glass cold on my nipples. “You like that, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak, unable to do anything but feel.

He slides his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He begins to rub, slow circles that have me grinding against his hand, desperate for more.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.”

He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, filling me. He begins to move, his fingers thrusting in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and pleasure builds deep inside, threatening to drown me.

“Come for me, Alessia,” he commands, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Let me feel you come.”

And I do. I shatter around him, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a shaking, crying, pleading mess.

Only then does he pull back, his face flushed, his eyes dark with desire. He licks his fingers clean, his gaze never leaving mine, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Now,” he says, his voice a low, threatening growl, “it’s time for your punishment.”

That wasn’t it?

He flips me around. Then he moves me to the island and presses my upper body down against it.

His hands are firm but gentle as he grips my hip bones. His hard cock presses against me, and I’m desperate for him to be naked.

He glides his hands over my ass, squeezing gently before smacking me again. The sting is sharper this time, the pleasure more intense.

Murmuring my name and whispering words of love, he goes on, spanking me until my skin is on fire, until I’m begging him to stop, begging him for more.

Then, without warning, he slides his fingers inside me again, thrusting in and out, his thumb circling my clit. I’ve been so hungry for him that the pleasure crests over me.

Shaking, I come again, screaming his name.

He pulls back, his breath coming in ragged bursts, echoing my own desperate pants. I’m still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, my body slick with sweat. He scoops me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I were the most precious thing in the world. I cling to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, my face buried in his shoulder.

He carries me up the stairs, his stride confident and sure. Through his shirt, I feel his heart pounding with an urgency that matches mine. We reach the bedroom, and he kicks the door open, not bothering to close it behind us. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon casting long shadows across the bed.

He sets me down gently on the edge of the mattress and sweeps his gaze over me. There’s fire in the depths of his eyes, a mix of love and raw desire that makes my heart race even faster.

He reaches for the skirt that’s bunched at my waist and slides it slowly down my legs, tracing a path of fire along my skin as he goes.

I’m bare for him, vulnerable, but know I’m safe with him.

He quickly sheds his clothes, his movements fluid and graceful. I watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his body to me.

He’s stunning, a sculpture of hard muscle and smooth skin, marred only by those scars that tell the stories of his past. Maybe one day I’ll know all of them.

When I look at his cock, my mouth waters, and I want to lick the glistening drop of precum from the tip.

“Don’t worry, little rebel. We’ll have plenty of time for that.”

He turns away to grab a condom from the nightstand.

After opening the package, he rolls the protection down his length. As always, the sight of him touching himself sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

He climbs onto the bed, and he covers my body with his and captures my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores every corner of my mouth, as if he’s trying to memorize my taste.

Hard and insistent, his cock is seeking entrance, and I instinctively spread my legs wider, inviting him in.

He breaks the kiss and lifts himself up to look at me. “I love you, Alessia. More than anything in this world.”

Once again, tears sting at the corners of my eyes. His words, the force behind them, are the stuff of my dreams. “I love you too, Matteo. So much it hurts.”

He positions himself at my entrance.

There’s an intense pressure and stretch as he pushes inside me. He goes slow, giving me time to adjust, his gaze locked onto mine the entire time. The sensation is shocking, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me gasping for breath.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ve missed this so much.”

Homecoming.

I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him deeper. He groans, his hips flexing as he sinks all the way into me. I feel every inch of him as he fills me completely, stretching me to the limit. The sensation of being so utterly possessed by him stuns me.

He begins to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each thrust is deep and hard, hitting that spot inside me that makes me cry out in pleasure

As he loves to do, he captures my hands, pinning them above my head, his fingers entwined with mine. The position leaves me completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but feel.

“Look at me, Alessia,” he demands. “I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. There’s love in his eyes, and the raw emotion mirrors my own.

“I have to have you.”

He picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent.

Shockingly I’m ready to come again.

Matteo’s hips move with a relentless rhythm, driving me toward the brink. Each powerful thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“Matteo… I’m…close.”

He smiles wickedly and angles his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. “Come for me, Alessia. Let me see you shatter.”

And I do. Whimpering, I come apart, my body tightening around him, my eyes locked onto his. Waves of intense pleasure wash over me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

Matteo’s grip on my hands tightens, and he buries his face in my neck, his hips moving faster, more urgently. With a low groan, he finds his own release, his body trembling against mine.

We stay there for long moments, our bodies still joined, our breaths coming in shallow bursts.

Eventually Matteo eases himself from me and rolls onto his side, pulling me close against his strong body. His legs tangle with mine, and he has me clamped in place.

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “This is where you belong, Alessia. Here. With me.”

I nod. With a small sigh, I agree.

“You’re mine, Alessia.” His voice is fierce and tender. “Now that I have you back, I’m never letting you go.”

He leans down, capturing my mouth. His soft, gentle kiss is filled with love and promise and a future we’ll share. Together.