Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Sophia
“Don’t you dare die,” I said it over and over again as they worked on him. And louder when they carried him out to the waiting car. Sliding him into the backseat, I paused.
“Lily.”
A man, his face nothing but shadow, pointed to the car behind. “She’s safe. They will follow us, but you need to choose who you are riding with. We need to get to the hospital.”
I hesitated, torn between being with my daughter and the man I loved who could die.
“We don’t have time…” His angry voice made the decision for me. I slipped into the seat next to Matteo, lifting his head into my lap.
“Please don’t…”
The man climbed in the other side and shut the door. His hands moved across Matteo’s chest, pressing on it and desperately trying to stem the bleeding.
“My daughter?” I whispered. I didn’t know if I had made the right decision, but it was too late to change my mind now. We were already barreling down the road
“Right behind us.” His eyes flickered up to meet mine for a second. “Lily is safe, I swear it, Sophia. She’s with Grant. He has a kid her age. He won’t let anything happen to her.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Okay.”
“Good. Now, talk to him. We need to…”
Talk to him? My eyes slammed down to Matteo. He was unconscious. I wasn’t sure talking to him would help,
“Just do it. Let him hear your voice. Give him something to live for.”
Through my tears, I brushed back Matteo's hair, running my fingers through it, and my tears fell on his face.
“You can’t leave me now, Matteo,” I whispered as more tears fell. “You can’t leave us. You need to meet Lily. You need to meet your daughter. She’s ours. Proof that we…” My voice broke. “Proof that we were always meant to be together.”
“You look nervous.”
Matteo’s voice was soft as he lounged back on the bed. His arms were crossed behind his head as he watched me walk back and forth across the hotel room before finally coming to a stop at the window.
I twitched the curtains back enough to look out at the city I loved so much. And I did love it, but not as much as I loved the man on the bed.
Matteo had my whole heart.
“I’m not nervous.” My voice shook with the lie.
“Yeah, you are.” Sighing heavily, he swung his long legs over the bed and came to me, catching me by the shoulders.
“You haven’t stopped pacing since you arrived.
” His fingers slid down my arms to entwine with mine.
He leaned his chin against my shoulder. “Nothing is going to happen, Sophia. Not unless you want it to.”
I sighed, leaning into him and closing my eyes. That was the reason I was nervous, because I did want something to happen. That’s why I had the pretty white lace underwear on under my jeans, because I wanted to please him.
“You don’t want to,” I whispered
He chuckled. “I always want to,” he murmured, and the feeling of his breath against my throat made me shiver with longing.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to force you or…”
I let the curtain fall shut and turned in his arms. My hands clasped at the back of his neck. “You got this hotel room and…”
Matteo brushed his lips against mine. “That doesn’t mean we have to go further than we have already. I can wait, Sophia. For you, I’ll wait a thousand years.” His hands reached down to cup my ass and draw me up to my tiptoes. “We can wait until you’re my wife, make it official.”
I blinked up at him in shock. His wife? “What do you mean?”
Tilting my chin up, he smiled that gorgeous, lazy smile at me, and I felt my heart flutter.
“I’m going to marry you, Sophia.” Matteo’s voice sounded like a prayer.
“I’m not going to ask our parents, I’m going to tell them.
And if they say no,” he brushed his lips over mine, “if they say no, then we will just elope. I want you as my wife. I can’t even imagine a future where you are not in it. ” Another kiss. “So I can wait.”
I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked. “I don’t want to wait,” I whispered against his mouth.
His eyes snapped open. “You don’t…”
I cut him off, my mouth curving over his. I swiped my tongue against his lips until he opened them for me. And for a whole sixty seconds, I let myself get lost in the feeling of his tongue tangling with mine and his hard body pressing into me.
Need and white-hot lust pulsed through my body. My stomach knotted, and my pussy ached.
“I want to,” I said again. “I want you, but I don’t know…”
A blush crept up my cheeks. “I don’t know how.”
He pulled away slightly, putting an inch between us so he could study my face. “We can stop at any point.”
I rolled my eyes. It was great that he was a gentleman…most of the time, but I didn’t want to have to keep telling me how much I wanted this.
Reaching down, I cupped him through his pants.
“Sophia,” he moaned low in his throat. “Fuck.” Shaking his head, he reached for the hem of my shirt, dragging it up. I lifted my arms without thinking, and it was tossed away.
For a second, he stared down at the lacy white bra, and he groaned again, but then his shirt was off, and he crushed me to his naked chest with so much force that my breasts were crushed against his, threatening to spill out of the lacy scalloped edge.
He caught my mouth again, hungry and insistent, molding me to him.
My bra was undone one-handed, and got trapped between us.
“Sophia,” he moaned again, and this time, there was pure animal need in his voice.
I wrapped my legs around his waist when he lifted me and carried me to the bed. His mouth never left mine, even when we fell down onto it together.
Half lifting himself onto his elbow, he palmed my naked breasts and continued to kiss me. Taking his time, almost like he was savoring every second of this.
And I was, too.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, and his lips fell down to my breast, kissing each of my nipples in turn until they were burning with as much need as my pussy was. “I love the way you feel, Sophia.” Swirling his tongue around my nipple, he drew it up to a hard, stiff point.
I didn’t even try to stifle the ragged moan that fell from my lips. His fingers tiptoed down my stomach. “I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”
The top button of my jeans popped open. “There is never going to be anyone else for me.” He pushed the denim down, and I lifted my ass so he could.
My breath caught in my lungs.
This was it. Yes, we had fooled around, but I had never been naked around him or any other man.
Kneeling between my thighs, Matteo tossed my jeans away to land somewhere in the shadows with the rest of my clothes, and then he just sat there and stared up the length of my body.
Embarrassment flooded me. My whole body flushed pink.
Why was he looking at me like that? Self-consciously, I began to cross my arms about my naked breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, with a shake of his head. “Please don’t cover yourself.”
My arms dropped to my sides, but the flush didn’t go away. If anything, it increased, not because I was naked but because of the way he was looking at me.
Like he had never seen anything so beautiful before.
“Let me look at you.”
He looked, but he touched as well. Fingertips slipped between my breasts and over my stomach until he reached the hem of my panties.
For several long seconds, he fiddled with the satin and lace, and then his eyes lifted to meet mine. “Are these new?”
Mutely, I nodded. I mumbled something under my breath, and my blush deepened from pink to scarlet.
What was wrong with me? I wanted this. So why was I acting like a damn fool now?
“You bought them for me?” His fingers stayed there, playing over the hem, but he crawled up the bed to lie beside me.
“I wanted it to be special.” Turning my face toward him, I found his lips just an inch from mine. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
For a second, his eyes widened into saucers. He glanced down at my half-parted lips and then again down the length of my body. Those already dark eyes darkened even more.
“You look beautiful in them, Sophia,” he murmured, and his lips descended. “But every moment I spend with you is special, and you always look beautiful. You could wear a sack and you would be perfect.”
“But I wanted…” I didn’t get to finish. His lips found mine and silenced me. After a second, I relaxed against him. Our lips explored each other.
At first it was soft and gentle, but then…
I felt his fingers slip into my panties, delicately tracing my folds, and my body quivered in anticipation.
“Always perfect.” One finger parted me, testing my entrance. I couldn’t help it. I stiffened. “Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper, letting that finger lift and circle my clit in gentle circles.
A ragged moan tore its way out of my throat. I nodded.
“You can use your words, Sophia,” he murmured. “I need to know what you like.”
A garbled sound made its way out of my throat. He said I should talk like it was easy, but it wasn’t easy. Those gentle circles were making it impossible to concentrate on anything but the tightening tension in my body.
Every muscle and nerve seemed to be straining, like a rubber band pulled too tight. At any second, I would snap.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes, you like this.” Matteo's lips found the hollow of my neck and licked, and my head fell back.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” This time, he was talking to himself. “You’re so wet for me, Sophia.”
I wanted to blush and be embarrassed, but I couldn’t do that either. The tension built until it almost became too much.
His hand moved, and this time he didn’t test my body’s resistance. He breached it.
One finger slid inside and curled. His thumb brushed against my clit.
I went off like a firework, my back arched as the tension snapped, and suddenly, I was nothing but burning liquid.
It was pleasure and pain and things I had no words for, and it seemed to go on forever.
When I finally fell back down and my eyes opened, I found him staring down at me. A look of absolute disbelief was on his handsome face.
“Fuck.” His eyes widened even more. “That was…” He shook his head.
Panting heavily, I nodded. Still couldn’t speak, so I didn’t try.
“I’m going to make love to you now,” he said matter-of-factly, and with one last kiss, climbed off the bed. I watched him through hooded eyes as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.
He stood there completely naked and let me stare. I’d touched him before, explored his body with my hands and my lips. I knew he was big, but I’d never seen all of him standing naked and stark for me.
He was beautiful in a completely masculine way. His body was all hard ridges under tanned skin, and his manhood…
I swallowed hard.
“I want the next time you lose control so beautifully to be when I’m inside of you.”
My panties were pulled down, the flimsy material almost ripping, and then, he was between my legs, guiding himself to my opening.
I tensed.
“You can…” Falling on top of me, he caught my lips in his, but all I could feel was the thick head of his cock pressing against me. “Say no at any time. We don’t…”
“I say yes.” I lifted my hips to him. I didn’t want to say no, not to him and not ever.
“Hold onto me. This might hurt.”
I barely had time to anchor my hands to his shoulders before he pushed himself into me. One sharp flick of his hips flooded my body with a stinging pain.
I cried out, my nails leaving little half crescents in the skin of his shoulders, and tears welled up in my eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed each tear from my cheeks. “I’m sorry. Just relax. It will get better, I promise. Just relax for me.”
How could I relax when I felt so full? It was like he was pressing into my stomach, and my body had to stretch stingingly to accommodate his massive girth and length.
“Relax.” He nipped at my lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. “Just let your body get used to me.” Reaching between our bodies, he circled my clit again, and I couldn’t help it. I moaned.
Pleasure and pain seemed suddenly so entangled that I didn’t even know which way was up and which was down.
“That’s it.” He moved slowly, letting me grow used to him, and the entire time, he pressed down on my clit and kissed my lips until I completely forgot the pain.
My nails loosened their grip on his shoulders to tangle into the hair at the back of his neck.
“Hold on to me.” His movement became bigger, he pulled almost all the way out, only to slide effortlessly back inside until there was nothing else in the entire world but the feel of his body inside of mine.
Arms around his neck, I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt him falter. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Jesus, you are perfect. You’re so tight, Sophia. Like you were made for me.” His movements became harder, like he was losing control, and that was fine, because I was losing control as well.
Every time he thrust forward, my body was there to meet his. And the agonizing, delicious pressure had started up again.
The pain was gone, relegated to the back of my mind, which had no room for anything but him.
If this was what sex was like, then no wonder everyone was doing it all the time.
“You were born to be mine, Sophia. There is no one else in the entire world but you whom I would ever want.” He groaned low in his throat and I felt his cock throb.
Arching my back, I cried out. How was it possible that he was growing even thicker? He was so thick that he seemed to fill me completely.
He was so thick, and I was so full, it was like our bodies merged and became one.
The orgasm that ripped through me was a wild abandonment of everything that was me. Painfully intense, I felt my muscles clamp around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned loudly. “Fuck, Sophia, I am going to…”
Together we fell over the edge. Not two bodies but one, all lips and tongues and bodies coming together.
I fell back first, my body completely relaxed, and two seconds later, he fell heavily on top of me.
“You’re mine now.” Matteo’s lips found my throat and kissed my sweaty skin. “And that means you are never allowed to leave me.”
He was right, of course. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was his. And I would never leave him.
“You told me that night that I wasn’t allowed to leave you, Matteo,” I ground out between gritted teeth. “But that goes for you as well. You are not allowed to leave me.”
His eyes blinked open, and he stared right at me. A shaking hand reached up to stroke down my cheek, and his lips opened to say something, but no sound came out.
His hand dropped to his side, and his eyes closed.
“We are losing him. Drive faster.”
Losing him? I couldn’t lose him? No again. Not when the truth was finally out in the open.
“I love you, Matteo,” I whispered, and my tears fell onto his face. “I love you, and you’re not allowed to leave me ever again.”