62. Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Two
Mariella
M ateo stares at me, swallowing hard.
“ Dolcezza , more than anything, I want to lose myself in you. I want to give you every part of me. But I made you a promise.”
“Please, Teo. I need all of you,” I try again, rubbing myself on his hard shaft that’s pressed against my belly. It twitches with the friction.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but this desperate need to be filled by him overwhelms every part of me. It’s a pull I can’t fight, a soul-deep craving that’s all-consuming.
Teo’s expression is a storm of emotions, conflicted, strained, and teetering on the edge.
He’s so close to breaking, I can taste it.
All I want is to push him over, to shatter that last thread of his resistance.
Who would have thought the notorious playboy, the man who could have anyone with a mere glance, would have such unshakable convictions?
It’s maddening, and yet it makes me fall for him even harder. The way he holds back, despite the fire blazing between us, speaks volumes about the strength of his character.
But right now, I don’t want restraint. I don’t want patience or promises of later.
I want him to give in. To let go of that control and let the hunger between us consume us both.
Gently, I cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles over his cheeks. His skin is hot beneath my touch, his breath shaky. My heart thuds in time with his as I lean in, closing the distance between us.
I pour everything into this kiss. The fiery ache that burns through me, my unyielding desire for him, and the need to belong to him in a way that can never be undone.
It’s a surrender, a declaration, and a silent dare for him to claim me completely. But just in case that doesn’t work, I give it voice too.
“I need to have you so deep inside me, there is no space left between us.”
My pussy throbs with a carnal longing for his cock as I utter the words that, to my own astonishment, spill from my lips before I can even think them through.
“Okay,” he finally says after studying me for what seems like decades.
“Okay?” I echo.
Bubbles of excitement spread like wildfire in my chest. My pulse thunders in my ears, each beat quicker than the last, until I’m sure my heart might burst.
“Yes,” he declares, a flicker of determination sparking in his eyes. “We will make love.”
Before I can react, his fingers weave into my hair, drawing me closer. His lips find mine in a kiss so deep and consuming, it steals the breath from my lungs.
This is really happening.
When we break apart, breathless and flushed, his forehead rests against mine.
His voice is low, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Tomorrow we will make love. After we are married.”
Then he claims my lips again, chasing away any chance of disappointment. A soft moan escapes me as his words sink in, wrapping around my heart like a warm embrace.
We’re getting married tomorrow.
“I cannot fucking wait to have your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he groans against my mouth, rubbing his steely length against me.
Teo’s breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, every muscle in his body pulled taut like a bowstring. I can feel the tension radiating off him, a personal battle between restraint and desire.
I know he wants this as much as I do, but he’s a man of his word, and I can’t help but respect that, even if it drives me insane.
Still, I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his body trembles. He’s on the edge, barely holding himself together. I can’t let him suffer like that.
A heady moan slips from him when I engulf his length with my hand. It’s velvety hot and oh so hard, jerking at my touch.
Slipping from his grasp, I slide down his body and without hesitation take him in my mouth.
The groan that escapes him is a raw blend of torture and deliverance, a sound that reverberates through me, igniting every nerve anew.
“Fuck, Mari,” he breathes, my name tumbling from his lips like a desperate curse, laden with everything he’s holding back.
When I twirl my tongue around his crown, his restraint snaps. He gently holds my head in place as he bucks into my open, willing mouth. Highly strung as he is, it only takes a few pumps before he erupts, spilling his salty essence down my throat.
I swallow all he gives me, savoring every drop. Then I lick him clean, smacking my lips together when I’m done, and give him a playful wink.
“Better?” I tease, peeking up at him as I rest my cheek against his chiseled stomach.
“Much. Thank you,” he replies, his voice warm. He hooks his hands under my arms, pulling me up until my head rests on his chest, tucked beneath his chin.
I sigh contentedly. With the promise of tomorrow lingering in the air, the frantic urgency in my body cools, though not completely, and rational thought seeps back in.
But unwelcome doubt creeps in too.
“Are you sure you want to do this tomorrow? You wanted to wait until your brother gets back from Brazil.”
Teo tilts his head, his lips forming a smirk. “He’ll understand. There’s no stopping this now,” he says, his tone light but filled with conviction as he pulls me even closer against his body.
His words send a giddy thrill through me, and an idea pops into my mind.
“You know,” I begin, grinning mischievously, “you’ve been going on about wanting to marry me, but you’ve never actually asked me. Maybe, unless you propose to me the old-fashioned way, giving me the illusion of choice, my answer is no.”
I’m totally bluffing.
I will marry this man tomorrow, proposal or not.
I am his and he is mine. Forever.
Unlike my last wedding, no one will have to drag me down the aisle, and I’m sure I won’t faint or throw up in shock.
“Is that so?” Teo replies, arching an eyebrow.
His expression shifts into exaggerated seriousness, and his index finger taps his chin in mock contemplation.
“Hmm, you’re right. I did say to you on the staircase, after you slapped me, that I’d propose properly.”
“Argh!” I scrunch my face up and swat his arm. “Do you have to keep bringing up that I hit you?”
“Totally,” he says with a wicked grin. “I love seeing your cheeks burn every time I mention it.”
My cheeks heat instantly, and his grin widens. Without thinking, I lean forward and nip at his nipple in playful retribution.
“Hey!” he exclaims, laughing harder. “Feisty today, aren’t we?”
“You deserved that,” I huff, trying to hold my faux indignation, but his laughter is contagious.
He wipes a hand over his face, his grin softening. “Back to the proposal, I did have something planned, but that would mess with us getting married tomorrow.
“So, the choice is yours. Wait for a proper proposal or get married tomorrow. What’s it going to be?”
Argh!
He’s so turned this around on me, completely calling my bluff. I feign a pout, sticking out my lips dramatically.
“We could have both,” I counter, lifting my chin. “You could just ask me now.”
His eyes darken with that intensity that makes my stomach somersault.
When he speaks, his voice drops an octave, each word lingering.
“Like say to you, Mariella Beatrice Accardi, will you marry me?”
My heart leaps.
How many times have I dreamed of hearing him say these exact words?
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely audible.
The moment stretches, our heads tilting closer like magnets drawn together. It’s like those almost-kisses in the beginning, the ones that left me breathless and aching for more.
When our mouths are just inches apart, a cheeky grin spreads across his face, and he bites his lower lip before pulling away.
“Na. That would be too boring of a proposal. I guess you’ll have to wait after all.”
“What? No!” I blurt out, eyes wide in shock.
He’s absolutely delighted with himself and leans forward to plant a teasing kiss on the tip of my nose.
This is not how I saw this going.
“So we’re not getting married tomorrow?”