Chapter 36 #2
There’s nothing restrained about him now, nothing controlled. Every ounce of anger, every flicker of hurt, every unspoken word between us pours into the way he kisses me. It’s overwhelming, but I don’t pull away. I lean into it. Matching his desire with my own.
My lips part for him without hesitation, my body pressing closer, seeking more, needing more. A soft sound spills from me when his hand slides from my hip to my waist, then higher, as if he’s trying to memorize me through touch alone.
“Anna,” he breathes against my mouth, my name rough, almost broken.
However, he doesn’t stop. If anything, it only fuels him as his other hand comes up, tangling in my hair, tilting my head back just enough to deepen the kiss further. I feel it everywhere—the heat, the tension, the way his control is slipping right through his fingers.
At that moment, the realization hits me all at once—maybe I’m just as weak when it comes to my husband. My knees nearly give out at the thought, and I hold on to him tighter.
Matteo’s mouth moves down the corner of my lips, brushing my jaw, as if losing himself to his most base instincts. Almost as if he couldn’t stop himself, even if he wanted to. And the irony in all this is that I can’t stop either. I don’t want to.
“Matteo,” I breathe, my head tilting to the other side as he trails soft, tantalizing kisses down my neck.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin. “Use your words. Just like I taught you.”
Images of our late-night calls flash through my mind, heat blooming through my body at the memory.
“I want… I want…” I pant, unsure if I can take much more, and knowing that if he stops, I might combust from the need building inside me. “More… I need more,” I manage to say, holding onto him like I might fall apart without him.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I let out a small shriek when his hands grip my hips and lift me effortlessly in the air, settling me onto his desk. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, pulling him closer as his mouth continues its slow descent along my neck.
My breath catches when his lips hover lower to my collarbone, then down… down… A sharp intake of air escapes me when he finally finds my pebbled nipple and sucks it into his mouth through the fabric, the sensation sending a wave of heat straight through my body.
My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly as he continues, drawing quiet, broken sounds from my lips. I hiss softly when his teeth graze on the sensitive flesh, the sound bringing his gaze back to mine.
“Is this okay?” he asks with a rough voice, his eyes dark with desire.
“Yes… Please, don’t stop.” I nod quickly, guiding his head closer to where I need him most.
A low chuckle leaves him, but it fades the moment I shrug off my robe to give him more to play with.
Back home, I would have slept in something simple.
A tank top and shorts in the summer, and pajamas in the winter.
The only clothes I have here are the ones Matteo bought for me.
When I picked out this silk nightgown earlier, I thought it would keep the summer heat at bay, the silk cool against my skin.
But now I’m not so sure if the real reason I wore it wasn’t with this precise moment in mind.
Matteo’s gaze drags over me, slow and intent, as if he didn’t know where he should focus his attention first. Thankfully, his mouth latches onto my discarded nipple, lavishing it with the same care and adoration as its counterpart.
My core clenches when he pulls the nightgown down just low enough so he can bite into my flesh. He goes from nipping on it to using his tongue, then grazing and biting it with his teeth, until all of me has been reduced to a ball of need.
“Is this okay?” he asks again, quieter this time, more in control, his hands replacing his mouth, exploring me with equal focus.
“Mm,” I nod, biting my lower lip as sensation builds, my head tipping back as his touch grows more intense.
“So fucking perfect. I knew you would be,” he murmurs to himself, watching the way my skin flushes under his touch.
I brace my hands against the desk behind me as he continues, his hands and mouth roaming everywhere they are allowed, leaving heat in their wake. Yet, something is still missing.
The pressure inside me increases to an agonizing tempo, tight and restless, like something waiting to break free. For some reason, Matteo is taking his time. Almost as if enjoying seeing me on the edge of sanity.
“Matteo?” I call softly, drawing his eyes back to mine.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I need you.”
“How?” he asks, the glint in his eye giving him away.
Matteo is waiting for me to take the initiative. He won’t give me what I want unless I ask him… no, tell him to.
“Make me come… husband.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, straightening as his hand slides to grab my nape, his focus sharpening instantly.
“Say that again.” I swallow, my pulse racing.
“I want you to make me come, husband. Please.”
Matteo’s expression darkens, something raw flashing in his eyes before he pulls me into another heated kiss, as if he needed it just to survive. I meet him just as fiercely, my nails clutching at his shirt just to keep me tethered.
“Look at me,” he murmurs against my lips, his midnight eyes pinning me in place.
This time, there’s no hesitation when his hand slides into my inner thigh, his fingers lightly brushing me over my panties.
“Mm,” I whimper, my eyelids becoming heavy with the exquisite sensation, my skin feeling as if it were set on fire.
Shamelessly, I lift off the desk a little higher, eagerly rubbing myself on his fingers, needing the friction more than my next breath. But when I risk a glance downward, to see what Matteo’s doing, he catches my chin in his grip and tilts it up.
“Eyes on me, wife. Eyes always on me,” he growls.
I must be a very sick individual because I feel my panties drenched with desire, drawn out by his command.
My front teeth bite into my bottom lip, silencing the wail that threatens to break from me when he rips my panties off me at the side as if they were made of paper.
I swallow hard when his fingers run up and down my wet slit, but it’s the intensity in his starless eyes—fixed on mine as he toys with me—that is my undoing.
I feel like a live wire, energy coiled tight beneath my skin. All it will take is a spark, and I will cease to exist. If this is how I die, I’m not sure there is a sweeter way to meet one’s end.
“That’s it, wife. You’re so fucking close already,” he curses, his own eyes dropping for a split second before they are on me again.
When his thumb flicks against my sensitive clit, I shatter into a million pieces all over his desk. It’s as if I were struck by lightning, and Matteo refuses to put out the flames he ignited. If anything, he only seems intent on fanning the embers back to life.
I’m still gasping for air when I feel pressure inside of me. A hollowness being filled with what feels like one of his digits. It’s strange and welcomed all in the same breath. A fullness I never realized I had been lacking. I hiss out both in pain and ecstasy when there’s another tight pinch.
“Too much?” he rasps, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. I shake my head, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t… don’t stop,” I pant, feeling my body molding itself to his fingers.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so warm. So fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Funny how he’s worried about causing me pain when he’s the one who looks like he’s in agony.
“You’re not. Just… Oh, my God,” I pant out when I feel him hook his fingers inside me, his thumb drawing perfect circles around my clit. “Oh, my God! Matteo!” I shriek out, the sensation too much for me to bear.
“Come for me. Let me see it,” he says, his breathing just as erratic as my own. “Let me see how beautifully you come on my fingers.”
My body convulses in his arms, my vision blurring, every nerve ending firing at once, completely overwhelming me.
I’ve never felt more alive than I do in this moment, which is a total contradiction, because it feels like my soul has left my body.
I feel it flying… flying… flying somewhere it can’t be reached.
I’m still reeling when his lips find mine again. His kiss is soft and tender, his earlier hunger replaced with something deeper, calmer. Loving.
I don’t have time to enjoy it since a sudden heaviness settles over my eyelids, my head too weak to hold up. I let my forehead fall against his shoulder, even as my chest still heaves from the whole out-of-body experience.
“That was… perfect,” I murmur, feeling sleep wanting to pull me under.
“Yes, vita mia. It was,” he says, brushing my hair back and placing a tender kiss on my forehead. “You’re exhausted. Let me take you back to bed.”
“Will you stay with me?” I ask, snuggling into his chest.
“Do you want me to?”
“Mm,” I hum, already half asleep.
Matteo doesn’t answer. Instead, his arms slide beneath me as he lifts me with ease, carrying me upstairs like a groom would his bride.
His earthy scent wraps around me like something familiar, something safe, and I instinctively curl closer to him.
Once he’s laid me in bed, I climb on top of him, seeking his warmth to lull me to sleep.
Tomorrow, I’ll think about the ramifications of what I’ve done.
Tonight, I can finally rest.