Chapter 4 #2
She was crying. That single tear landed on my chest like a spark and seared straight through me. The rage I'd been nursing all afternoon—tangled up with desire and possessiveness—suddenly dulled under a strange, foreign tenderness.
Damn it. I released her wrists. She slumped down the wall like all her strength had fled.
I caught her waist and pulled her back into my arms, using my thumb to brush away the tears on her face.
She still trembled, eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look at me.
Her long lashes were damp, fluttering like the wings of a startled butterfly.
I looked at her tear-streaked face and her reddened, swollen earlobe, and the last shred of restraint inside me finally burned to ash. I lowered my head, bringing my lips to hers. She went rigid, instinctively trying to pull away. I cupped the back of her neck.
"Sweetheart. If you want it, all you have to do is ask."
I watched her stammer, unable to form a single word, and the satisfaction that curled through me was dark and sweet. Then I kissed her.
Deep. Consuming. My tongue swept past her lips, claiming every corner of her mouth. She tasted faintly of champagne and fear and something uniquely her—something that made my head spin. I angled her head back, kissing her harder, deeper, until she whimpered into my mouth.
I trailed my lips down from hers, grazing the line of her jaw, the soft spot behind her ear, the hollow of her throat, the ridge of her collarbone. She shivered violently under every touch, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
I scooped her up and laid her on the bed, following her down in one smooth motion.
My fingers found the fastenings of her remaining clothes—buttons, zippers, clasps—and worked them open with practiced ease.
Fabric slipped away and pooled at the edge of the mattress.
Miles of pale, flawless skin stretched out beneath me.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough. "How many times I've thought about putting you right here, under me, exactly like this."
Her breath hitched. I lowered my head and took one soft peak into my mouth, sucking gently, then harder, feeling it tighten against my tongue.
Her back arched off the bed with a gasp.
My hand slid down her trembling body—over the curve of her ribs, the soft plane of her stomach—until I reached the slick heat between her thighs.
She was already wet. Soaked, even. My fingers traced slow, lazy circles over her clit, and she jolted like I'd shocked her.
"Easy," I whispered. "Let me take care of you."
I kept the pressure light, teasing, until her hips started rocking into my hand, chasing more. Only then did I slip one finger inside. She clenched around me immediately—tight, scorching, perfect. I groaned low in my throat.
"Fuck, Rachel." I worked my finger deeper, curling it just right. "Are you a virgin?"
Her eyes flew open, wide and glassy with tears and desire. She nodded, barely, cheeks blazing red.
Christ. That knowledge hit me like a fist to the gut. She was mine. Completely, utterly mine. No one else had ever touched her like this. No one else ever would.
"Does this feel better than your own fingers, sweetheart?" I added a second finger, stretching her carefully, and her whole body seized up. "Tell me. Do I make you feel good?"
"Yes," she choked out, voice breaking. "Yes, God, Matteo—"
"That's my girl." I pumped my fingers slowly, steadily, watching her face twist with pleasure. "So fucking tight. Can barely fit two fingers in you. How are you gonna take my cock?"
She whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hand. I could feel her starting to clench rhythmically, her body climbing toward release, so I withdrew my fingers. She made a desperate, frustrated sound.
"Not yet," I said, kissing her hard. "When you come, it's gonna be on my cock."
I shoved my pants down and kicked them off. My cock sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a few slow strokes, just to take the edge off. Rachel's gaze dropped down, and her eyes went huge.
"Matteo, I don't think—"
"You will." I nudged her thighs wider and settled between them, lining myself up. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, and she tensed immediately. I stroked her hair, her cheek, and kissed her temple. "I'll go slow. I've got you. Just breathe."
I pushed in—just the tip—and she gasped, her whole body going rigid. So tight it almost hurt. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay still, giving her time to adjust.
"You're doing so well," I murmured against her ear. "So perfect for me. Just a little more, baby."
Inch by agonizing inch, I worked myself deeper. She whimpered and clung to me, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks. Finally—finally—I bottomed out, fully seated inside her. She let out a shaky sob.
"Fuck," I breathed. "You feel incredible. Like you were made for me."
I stayed buried in her for a long moment, letting her adjust, kissing away the tears that leaked from the corners of her eyes. Then, slowly, I started to move.
Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. She was so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect I could barely think. I kept the rhythm slow and deep at first, letting her get used to the stretch, the fullness. But as her body relaxed and her hips started meeting mine, I picked up speed.
"That's it," I growled in her ear. "Take it. Take all of me."
Her head fell back, mouth open, moaning with every thrust. I drove into her harder, faster, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that made her cry out.
"You're mine, Rachel," I said, voice rough and raw. "From now on, you're mine. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me."
"Only you," she gasped, clinging to me. "Matteo, please—"
"What, sweetheart? You want more?" I snapped my hips forward hard, and she screamed. "You want me to fuck you harder? Make you come all over my cock?"
"Yes! God, yes!"
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. I could feel her tightening around me, her whole body trembling, on the edge. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles, and that was all it took. She shattered.
Her scream cut off into a silent, open-mouthed gasp.
Her back arched violently off the bed. Her inner walls clamped down on me so hard I saw stars, pulsing in waves, milking me.
I groaned her name and thrust into her one, two, three more times before my own orgasm slammed into me.
I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, spilling everything inside her.
For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together, gasping for air. My heart hammered against my ribs. Hers did the same beneath me. I could feel it.
I didn't pull out. Instead, I shifted us both, rolling onto my back and bringing her with me so she lay sprawled across my chest. Her hair spilled everywhere, damp with sweat. I combed my fingers through it, slow and gentle, and pressed kisses to her forehead, her temple, the corner of her eye.
Outside the window, the city lights glittered in the darkness. Inside, there was only the sound of our mingled breathing, the warmth of her body against mine.
Cassius meowed once from the other side of the door. I ignored him. My focus stayed entirely on the girl in my arms—the one who now belonged to me completely.