Chapter 26 #2
The bedroom door kicked shut behind us. He laid me on the bed, leaned over me. I was completely shadowed beneath him.
"Rachel," he looked at me, the fire in his eyes nearly burning me up, "this time you won't run. Will you?"
I didn't answer. Just reached up to hook my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me.
Matteo's mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was both tender and consuming. His lips moved against mine with a deliberate slowness at first, then deepened as his tongue traced the seam of my mouth, coaxing it open.
I parted for him willingly, and he swept inside, tangling with my tongue in a velvet dance that stole my breath.
The taste of him flooded my senses, making my head spin.
His hand stayed cradled at the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, while the other hand slid down my back to find the zipper of my dress.
With unhurried care, he drew the zipper down, the soft rasp of metal the only sound besides our mingled breaths.
Cool air kissed my skin as he peeled the fabric from my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for his shirt, fingers working open each button one by one.
I let my palms glide over him, exploring the ridges of his abdomen, feeling the way his breath hitched at the contact.
He lowered his head again, lips brushing along the line of my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat. Then lower, to the swell of my chest. His mouth closed over one sensitive peak, tongue circling gently before drawing it in with slow, rhythmic suction.
A soft moan escaped me as pleasure sparked through my body. I arched instinctively, pressing closer, my hands sliding up to wrap around the back of his neck, holding him there. The wet heat of his mouth sent waves of sensation radiating outward, tightening something low in my belly.
Matteo continued his journey downward, lips grazing over my ribs and across the soft plane of my stomach.
Every kiss left a lingering imprint, building anticipation until I was aching for more.
His hand followed, palm warm and broad as it settled between my thighs, cupping the most intimate part of me.
His fingers moved with exquisite gentleness, tracing slow circles over the slick heat that had already gathered there.
I gasped, my legs parting of their own accord, hips tilting toward his touch. The friction was perfect—light enough to tease, firm enough to make me tremble.
He glanced up at me then, dark eyes burning with desire and something deeper, more possessive.
"Rachel, you're everything I've ever wanted," he whispered, voice rough with emotion.
In one fluid motion, he shed the rest of his clothes, revealing the powerful lines of his body.
Then he was over me again, skin against skin, the weight of him both grounding and electrifying.
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his hardness. His breath stuttered. I guided him to my entrance, heart pounding as I met his gaze.
He pushed forward slowly, so slowly, entering me with steady control.
The stretch was intense yet perfect, filling me inch by inch until he was fully seated.
A small, breathless sound slipped from my lips.
My legs wound around his waist, ankles locking behind his back, drawing him even closer.
For a moment, we simply stayed like that, joined and breathing each other in.
"Matteo... I'm yours," I breathed against his lips.
Then he began to move—long, deliberate strokes that nearly withdrew completely before sliding deep again.
Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure cascading through me.
I clung to him, hands splayed across his back, fingers pressing lightly into the firm muscles of his shoulder blades as if to anchor myself.
Matteo dipped his head, capturing my mouth once more in a deep kiss while one hand slipped beneath my lower back, lifting my hips slightly.
The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper, brushing that sensitive spot inside me with every measured thrust. I rocked up to meet him, our bodies moving in a natural rhythm.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us smoothly.
I was on top, straddling his hips. I braced my hands on his chest, and slowly, I lowered myself, taking him back inside until he filled me completely.
The sensation was overwhelming—deeper, fuller.
I began to move, rocking my hips forward and back in a sensual glide, finding my own pace.
Matteo's hands gripped my waist, guiding me, occasionally thrusting up to meet me, driving himself deeper.
He lifted his head, mouth closing over my breast again, sucking and teasing as I moved above him.
I tilted my head back, a moan escaping as pleasure coiled tighter.
My arms looped around his neck, pulling him closer while my body trembled with building ecstasy.
In another swift, powerful movement, he flipped us again, settling me beneath him.
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider.
The position allowed him to thrust deeper still, the angle exquisite.
I clutched at the sheets, knuckles whitening for a moment before I released them to wrap my arms around his back once more, nails lightly scoring his skin.
Matteo leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to the corner of my eye, then to my lips, his movements growing faster but never losing their underlying tenderness. "I've never needed anyone like this," he murmured against my skin. "Stay with me, always."
My body responded to every thrust, hips rising to meet him, inner muscles fluttering around him.
The tension inside me wound higher and higher, a coil ready to snap.
I held him tighter, legs locked around him, urging him on.
When the peak finally crashed over me, my entire body tensed, waves of intense pleasure rippling outward from where we were joined.
I cried out softly, pulsing around him in rhythmic contractions that seemed to draw him even deeper.
Matteo groaned low in his throat, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. His thrusts became more urgent, yet still careful, still connected. With a final, deep push, he buried himself fully and found his climax, spilling inside me as we clung to each other in a tight embrace.
Our hearts thundered together, bodies slick with sweat, trembling in the aftermath.
Outside, the sky was already turning pale. I was too exhausted to move a finger. He kissed my forehead and hair over and over, arms wrapped around me so tight, like he was afraid I'd disappear any second.
"Rachel." His voice came out tentative, careful. "The wedding... what kind would you like?"
I froze. Then buried my face in his warm chest and answered softly.
"As long as you're there, it'll be perfect."