Chapter 19 #4
He took his time pulling away, waiting until she had gone completely placid beneath him, breathless with her limbs splayed.
She watched him from beneath heavy eyelids as he prowled up her body and settled between her spread legs.
He jerked at the button and zipper of his jeans, and then the rough fabric was pressed to her tender inner thighs.
The head of his cock kissed her opening, blunt and wide.
She gave in to the urge to look at him, trace the line of dark hair trailing down his belly and leading to the curls at his groin.
His cock jutted out toward her, long and impossibly thick, intimidating but enthralling at the same time.
Mateo caught her looking and gave her a slow, lazy smile that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m going to give you every inch, baby girl. Nice and slow. I’m going to break you open soft and sweet, then fill you up with me.”
He gathered her legs and pushed them wider, until the tendons at the joints of her pelvis were stretched taut, almost painfully.
But it was nothing compared to the sweet agony of him impaling her with his cock.
He went slow like he’d promised, nudging his head in, then a little more, then withdrawing before plunging and giving her the rest. She reached for him, needing to ground herself before falling again.
This time, she wasn’t certain she would survive the plunge.
He was breaking her open just like he'd promised, but with such aching tenderness that tears well up in her eyes.
The first one fell when he bottomed out inside of her, resting as deep as he could possibly reach.
He dropped his forehead against hers and went deathly still.
The muscles in his shoulders rippled and tightened with tension.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding them just tight enough that she knew he wanted her like this, vulnerable and open and unable to put distance between them.
He kept hold of her gaze while pulling out and pushing in, again and again, his hips rolling in a hypnotizing rhythm.
She felt full to bursting, her greedy cunt clenching and pulling at him, urging him deeper, keeping him close.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So perfect. Mine …”
Another tear fell, this one hotly scorching a path to her jaw before splashing onto her collarbone. He caught it with his lips, kissing it away.
“Look at me,” he commanded, the words gentle but their delivery giving her no choice. “You wreck me, you know that? You’re going to ruin me, I can feel it, but I … I can’t stop.”
He was trembling now, falling apart, his hips snapping as he increased the pace, changed the angle, and touched something inside of her she never knew existed.
It sparked to life, stroked by every plunge of his cock, every stroke of his whispered breaths over her skin.
The rough denim of his jeans abraded her inner thighs with every stroke, the zipper biting her with its teeth.
“No,” she pleaded, inhaling every breath he supplied. “Don’t stop … don’t ever stop.”
“Is this what you want?” he moaned, pushing harder, faster. “For me to tear myself apart for you … ruin myself for you …”
Melody couldn’t deny the truth; not here, not now.
Not in this room where four walls boxed them in and forced them to confront what had been happening from day one.
Shame fell away, and she raised her hips, inviting him deeper, reveling in the slap of his thighs against hers, the battering of his hips.
He was unraveling, becoming more like the man from last night, feral and possessive.
“Yes!” she cried out, the beginnings of yet another orgasm tearing her up inside. “Yes, Mateo!”
He groaned and fell against her until they were connected at nearly every possible point—his hand around her wrists, his lips on hers, chest to breasts, belly to belly, his cock lodged deep and drilling its way deeper.
“That’s the most honest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he rasped right before she spiraled up out of the plane of mortality and into eternity.
The world around her went dark, shrinking itself by degrees until there was only Mateo, pumping into her while she sobbed and clawed his back.
Now she was the one unraveling, falling apart, shattering into tiny pieces of glass in his palm.
He held onto her as if unaffected by her sharp edges, the shards threatening to tear him to shreds.
He leaned into the danger, into the uncertainty of her lies, the darkness of the world closing them in from all sides.
He wrapped his arms around her and shuddered, the hot streams of his finish flooding her in a rush.
Mateo went limp on top of her, his heavy breaths mingling with her harsh pants in the quiet of the room, arms wrapped tight around her like bands of steel.
She couldn’t have escaped them if she wanted to, her body weakened into complete stillness.
Melody closed her eyes and allowed herself to register every sensation taking hold of her body, wanting to remember every detail for the rest of her life.
The sweet soreness of her inner thighs and between her legs.
The sting of whatever his zipper had left behind on her skin.
The lethargy stealing the strength from her limbs.
The dizzying sensation of drifting back to earth after being carried straight up into heaven.
Mateo shifted his weight until he was on his side next to her.
His warmth leeched away from her skin, leaving her torn between chasing his heat and diving under the comforter to cover herself now that it was over.
Now that she was coming back to herself, she felt rubbed raw and exposed, more vulnerable than she’d ever been to another person.
Panic welled in her throat as she realized what she had allowed to happen.
Her feet were nearly on the floor before Mateo took hold of her arm, pulling her back into bed.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, pulling her back against his chest.
She stiffened, suddenly desperate to be away from him.
Her body wasn’t the only thing he had mastered.
It wasn’t the only thing he had broken open and claimed.
She shivered despite the heat of Mateo sinking into her skin.
But he only held her tighter, maneuvering them both so he could cover them with the blanket.
“You’re not fighting tonight, remember?” he murmured against the back of her neck between sweet, drugging kisses. His hand splayed possessively against her lower belly, keeping her anchored. “I have you, Melody. You’re safe.”
She was too tired, too weak and sated to argue with him.
And, God, it felt so good to finally let go and stop thinking so much.
Her exhaustion was more mental than physical, but now that her body had been satisfied, her mind had quieted as well.
Drowsiness pulled at the edges of her consciousness.
Mateo’s breathing slowed, and hers matched it, until they lay together in almost complete silence.
Mateo’s hands roamed, but not with any urgency. He stroked his fingers down her bare arm and intertwined his fingers with hers. He kissed the back of her hand and her shoulder. He pressed his nose into her hair and inhaled. Tiny intimacies anchoring her to him and to the moment.
As she drifted off toward sleep, he kissed the top of her head and murmured, “You’re safe, baby girl. I’m here, and I would burn this entire fucking world down for you.”
And despite her experience and fears, despite the realities that told her he had chosen the wrong woman to devote his passion to, Melody believed him.