19. Arianna
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ARIANNA
H e pushed me onto my back, gently catching the back of my head in his palm.
“I promised I wouldn’t kiss you until you begged me for it.” God, I was so ready to beg him, but before I could form the words, he knelt between my legs and his fingers covered my soaked panties. “So I’ll eat your pussy and tongue-fuck you while you’re imaging my cock tearing through your tight cunt.”
My lips parted, and every last word and thought vanished from my mind.
He pulled my panties down my legs, discarding them somewhere beyond my periphery, and he hovered over me, drinking in his fill of my pussy.
My chest heaving for air, I tried to imagine what he saw. I had never been so exposed to anyone, and the position was both vulnerable and intimate. I tried to squirm, but he stopped me with a searing look.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for so fucking long, Ari.” His breath fanned my heated core, and I was ready to come undone, just like that.
He brushed his fingers against my drenched pussy lips and my back arched off the marble floor.
“Please, Matteo,” I breathed, and his heated eyes met mine.
“You want this?”
I nodded, gulping for air.
“Words,” he rasped. “I need your words, Ari.”
My body trembled underneath his touch as he continued toying with my swollen folds. “I want this.”
He dove between my legs, his stubble scratching the soft skin of my inner thighs. When his tongue connected with my opening, my hips jerked forward and my thighs closed around his head.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin, and I could feel it down to my toes.
“Mine,” he grunted, tongue-fucking me. In and out. In and out.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I grabbed his hair, holding on tight as his tongue pushed deeper still inside me, unraveling me. Before I knew it, I was riding his face, desperate for more.
“Look at me.” So I did, and damn if it wasn’t the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed. I knew there was no coming back from this. “Good girl, now watch me eat you.”
Pleasure sparked at his filthy words, and I ground my hips against his mouth shamelessly. Stars danced above us, witnessing what had been done for millions of years. Yet, it was brand new. It was us.
His grunts. My moans.
His body hard, mine soft.
I pushed into him, starved, writhing and making a mess on the newly polished floors. Before I knew it, a powerful orgasm washed over me and I drifted above, away from my physical self.
I lay there for what felt like a century before Matteo began kissing my sensitive, swollen core. He lifted his head from between my legs and I held my breath, our eyes locked.
“There may be billions of stars in the galaxy, but you shine the brightest. You’re my sun, my moon, my everything.” There was reverence in his voice and a possessive gleam in his eyes. “And if anyone tries to steal you, I’ll reduce them to ash.”
I shook my head, my body soft and blissed out.
“That’s quite serious,” I murmured, my eyelids lowering. He crawled up my body, his muscular frame hovering over mine. Too close. Not close enough. His breaths fanned my lips as he stroked his thumb over them, his eyes on me like a starved man. “Will you kiss me now?”
He chuckled darkly. “I’ve been kissing your pussy for a while now.”
I breathed out a laugh, my cheeks burning.
He raised a brow. “Are you asking me to?”
“I’m begging you to.” My pussy throbbed with the promise of more. “Hell has officially frozen over, Matteo.”
Every thought or reason soon dispersed when his mouth covered mine. He didn’t just kiss me, he ravaged my lips. Devoured them. Owned them.
It was a savage claiming.
He thrust his tongue inside, and a moan inched up my throat. He pushed one hand into my hair and gripped my waist with the other, pulling me against his strong, muscular body. He kissed me like he’d been waiting for this since the beginning of time. Like he wanted to remind me that I’d belonged to him for even longer.
I rested my palms on his chest, feeling his heart beat as wildly as my own.
“Mine,” he growled, and then he began devouring me again, our teeth clashing, and his tongue fucking my mouth just as it had my pussy mere moments ago.
A possessive kiss.
Deep down, I knew we were going about it the wrong way, and I couldn’t help the tears that burned behind my eyelids. I should hate myself for falling for Matteo, knowing full well it would hurt my sister.
Yet, I could no more resist these feelings for him than I could force the sun to rise.