Chapter 12 #3
Matteo didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, harder, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision.
Each thrust slammed my lower back against the icy marble railing, the contrast of cold stone and his scorching heat making me shudder.
I could feel every inch of him, thick and unrelenting, dragging against my inner walls.
I struggled, twisting in his grip, and sank my teeth into his shoulder through the fabric of his jacket. He jerked, a low hiss escaping him, but then he laughed—that dark, dangerous chuckle that sent unwanted sparks down my spine.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
His free hand cracked down sharply on my ass, the sting blooming bright and hot.
The slap echoed faintly, mixing with the distant waltz from inside.
He didn't stop moving, driving deeper, faster, the wet sounds of our bodies obscene in the night air.
I moaned despite myself, the sound raw and fractured.
My hands, still pinned above my head, clenched into fists, nails digging uselessly into his palm.
Another thrust rocked me, forcing my head back, and I cried out louder, unable to hold it in.
The angle was devastating; he hit that spot inside me with every punishing stroke, sending waves of sharp pleasure crashing through the anger.
Matteo lowered his head, his mouth latching onto the soft swell of my breast where it spilled from my dress.
He sucked hard, teeth grazing, tongue swirling over the sensitive peak until I was writhing.
At the same time, he ground his hips forward, holding himself deep, then resumed those short, brutal thrusts—fast and heavy, relentless.
My leg tightened around him, heels digging into his lower back, even as my torso tried to arch away, pushing at whatever part of him I could reach.
He released my wrists only to grab them again, slamming them back down onto the balustrade.
His pace grew savage, the slap of skin against skin loud now, punctuated by my stifled gasps and the whistle of the cold wind.
Every impact jolted through me, the railing digging into my spine, his body a furnace against mine.
Sweat slicked our skin where we touched.
My core clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a guttural groan from his throat.
"Look at you," he rasped, voice strained with effort and dark satisfaction. "Taking me like this. Still fighting, but your body knows exactly who it belongs to."
I wanted to deny it, to curse him, but all that came out was another broken moan as he angled his hips and hit even deeper. My fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders now that he'd shifted his grip, nails raking down the fine material of his suit, probably leaving marks.
Matteo surged forward to kiss me again, his mouth crashing over mine.
I bit down on his lower lip—hard, tasting fresh blood—but he didn't pull away.
If anything, it fueled him. He kissed me back with bruising force, tongue invading, tangling with mine in a fierce duel.
The metallic tang mixed between us as he pounded into me without mercy, his body pinning mine completely to the balustrade.
His chest heaved against mine, heart hammering in sync with the chaos in my own.
The pressure built unbearably, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly with every savage thrust. My thighs trembled, the leg hooked around him shaking as I fought the rising wave.
He was everywhere—inside me, around me, consuming me.
The anger, the jealousy, the humiliation all fused into this raw, explosive need.
Matteo's rhythm faltered, growing erratic, deeper, more desperate. His grip on my wrists tightened to the point of pain, and his mouth devoured mine, swallowing my cries. One final, punishing thrust buried him to the core, grinding against that perfect spot, and I shattered.
Pleasure exploded through me in violent pulses, my body convulsing around him, walls fluttering and squeezing tight.
I screamed into his kiss, the sound muffled but raw, my vision whiting out as the orgasm tore through every nerve.
My legs locked around him, pulling him impossibly closer while my back arched off the railing.
Matteo followed right after, a deep, animalistic groan vibrating against my lips.
He slammed in once more and held there, pulsing hot and thick inside me as he came, filling me with surge after surge.
His body shuddered against mine, muscles taut and straining, the two of us locked together in the storm of our shared release.
The fury that had ignited this didn't fade; it burned brighter, mingling with the aftershocks that rippled through us both.
We stayed like that—his forehead pressed to mine, our ragged breaths mingling in the cold air, bodies still joined.
I didn't know how long it lasted.
Maybe just a few minutes. Maybe long enough for an entire dance to end. I looked up at Matteo. He was looking back at me, chest rising and falling slightly, bow tie loosened, silver hair disheveled. At the corner of his mouth where I'd bitten him, a small bright smear of blood still lingered.