Chapter 12 Matteo
MATTEO
My lips crash against hers, demanding, tasting the surprise that melts into hunger as she responds. Her hands come up to my chest, fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me closer.
I deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth, swallowing her soft moan. She tastes like forbidden fruit, sweet and sharp, and I can't get enough.
I break away only to trail my mouth down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She arches into me, a gasp escaping as I suck harder, marking her.
My hands roam, sliding under her shirt to grip her waist, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric. She trembles, but not from fear. Want is written all over her.
"Matteo," she whispers, her voice husky.
That sound—my name on her lips—snaps the last thread of restraint.
I haul her up from the chair, spinning her until her back presses against the nearest bookshelf. Books loom around us, leather-bound spines digging into her shoulders as I crowd her space.
My mouth finds hers again, fiercer this time, while my hands yank her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra follows, black lace that I rip away with impatient fingers.
Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, nipples already hardening in the cool library air.
I don't waste time. I drop my head, capturing one peak between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out.
The sound echoes off the shelves, fueling the ache in my cock.
I suck hard, tongue lashing over the bitten flesh, then switch to the other breast, grazing my teeth along the underside before biting again.
She bucks against me, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer.
"Fuck, Rose," I growl against her skin, my voice rough. "You taste so goddamn good."
I kiss lower, shoving her skirt up her thighs, bunching the fabric at her hips. Her panties are simple cotton, damp already, and I hook my fingers in the waistband, dragging them down her legs.
She steps out of them, kicking them aside, and I kneel before her, eye level with the dark curls between her thighs. Her scent hits me—musky, aroused—and I grip her hips, pressing my face forward.
My tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up her slit.
She shudders, thighs parting wider on instinct.
I do it again, parting her folds with my fingers, exposing her clit.
It's swollen, begging, and I circle it with the flat of my tongue, teasing at first, then sucking it into my mouth.
Her knees buckle, but the shelves hold her up as she moans, loud and unrestrained.
"Matteo... oh God..."
Her words dissolve into whimpers as I devour her. I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her wetness, fucking her with my mouth while my thumb rubs her clit in tight circles.
She's soaking my chin, her hips grinding against my face, chasing the pleasure. I bite gently at her inner thigh, then return to her core, lapping hungrily. One hand slides up her body to pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers as she arches.
Her breaths come in pants now, body tensing. I feel her close, the way her muscles clench around my tongue. I double down, sucking her clit hard, flicking it relentlessly.
"Come for me, Rose. Let me taste it."
She shatters with a cry.
Her pussy pulses as she floods my mouth. I drink her down, not stopping until she's writhing, oversensitive and gasping.
Only then do I pull back, rising to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes are glazed, chest heaving, lips swollen from our kisses.
I cup her face, forcing her to look at me. "Last chance, fiorellino. Walk away now, and I'll let you. But if you stay... I won't hold back."
She searches my eyes, her hand coming up to trace my jaw. There's no hesitation in her touch, only fire.
"Take me upstairs," she demands.
Her words hit like a punch, igniting every dark urge I've kept leashed.
I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her from the library. The mansion's halls are empty at this hour, shadows playing along the walls as I climb the stairs two at a time. Her mouth finds my neck, sucking lightly, and I growl, kicking open the door to my suite.
The room is vast, dominated by a king-sized bed draped in dark silk sheets. I don't bother with lights; the moonlight filtering through the windows is enough for me to see the beauty that is Rose.
I toss her onto the bed, watching her bounce slightly, skirt still hiked up, exposing her glistening thighs. She props herself on her elbows, eyes dark with want, and it takes everything not to rip the rest of her clothes off right then.
Instead, I strip slowly, unbuttoning my shirt to reveal the tattoos snaking across my chest and arms. Marks of my life, the ink telling stories she might never fully know.
Her gaze tracks every movement, hungry. My pants follow, cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and I stroke myself once, watching her lick her lips.
"You want this?" I ask, climbing onto the bed, caging her beneath me.
"Yes," she breathes, reaching for me.
I capture her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. My mouth claims hers again, bruising, while my free hand shoves her skirt higher, fingers finding her still-wet pussy.
I slide two inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her gasp into my kiss. She's tight, clenching around me, and I pump them slowly, stretching her.
"So wet for me," I murmur against her lips. "You love this, don't you? Me touching you. Me making you come."
She nods, hips bucking. "More. Please."
I add a third finger, thrusting harder, thumb circling her clit. Her walls flutter, another orgasm building fast.
But I want her screaming my name when I fuck her.
I release her wrists, grabbing her thighs instead, spreading her wide. Positioning myself at her entrance, I tease her with the head of my cock, rubbing it through her folds.
"Beg for it, Rose."
"Fuck me, Matteo," she pleads, nails digging into my shoulders. "I need you inside me."
That's all it takes.
I thrust in, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cries out, back arching, and I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. She's like velvet around me, hot and gripping.
Then I move, pulling out slow before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm.
The bed creaks under us, headboard thumping against the wall.
I fuck her deep, angling my hips to grind against her clit with every thrust. Her breasts bounce with the force, and I lean down to bite one nipple, sucking hard as I pound into her.
Sweat slicks our skin, the room filling with the sounds of flesh slapping, her moans, my grunts.
"Harder," she begs, surprising me, her legs locking around my waist. “Please, please—”
I oblige, gripping her ass to lift her, driving even deeper. My balls tighten, pleasure coiling low. She's close again, pussy squeezing me like a vise.
I reach between us, pinching her clit, and she explodes, screaming my name as she comes, milking me.
I follow seconds later, roaring as I spill inside her, hot pulses filling her up.
We collapse together, panting, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I don't pull out, staying buried deep as I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
I didn’t want to taint her. But fuck me, I’m glad I did.
Because there’s no going back for me now. Rose Brown is mine.
And I'll show her every dark corner of what that means.