“Maeve,” he whispers again before pressing kisses to my eyelids and then my cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”
“You should be,” I sniffle, playing it up a little.
“Forgive me.”
“I’ll think about it.” I open my eyes to stare up at him, and I can’t help but smile when I see the worry etched in his expression. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m terrible with pain. One stubbed toe and I’m down for the count.”
“That’s not surprising.”
“Hey.” I smack his shoulder playfully.
“You’re rather…” I narrow my eyes on him, but it only makes him smile. “Dramatic.”
Oh okay, yeah, I can’t deny that one. I’ve heard that most of my life, but he’s not saying it the same way others have over the years. Whereas people before him have used it against me or as a put-down, he’s saying it like it’s endearing. The thought makes my eyes water, and I sniffle again.
“The, uh, mace must still be getting to me.”
“Of course,” he agrees as he kisses my tears away.
“Which was all your fault.”
“A hundred percent,” he says with a smile still on his handsome face. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You bet—” I’m cut off by my own moan as he drags his cock out of me and then thrusts back in.
“Is that better?” he asks, and this time I don’t miss the tension in his body. Mattia is hanging on by a thread, trying not to lose control. His body is strained as he ruts on top of me, and I gasp at the pleasure.
“Yes,” I moan as my sex flutters around his cock. A small groan leaves him.
When it comes to sex, I don’t have firsthand experience, but with how tightly Mattia is holding on to his self-control, it makes me feel sexy.
“How about you?” I ask while I clench my sex around him. I do it on purpose so I can watch his jaw flex.
“Being inside of you is pure heaven,” he gasps, and it sounds like he’s been punched in the stomach.
“Heaven is where the devil doesn’t belong,” I tell him as his cock swells inside me.
“Too bad,” he grunts and thrusts back in.
“Oh god.” Any pain I felt is now gone without a trace. All that is left is Mattia and the pleasure he gives me.
“That’s my good girl. You’re going to let me take it now, aren’t you?” he asks, and I nod. “You just lie there and let me do what I want to you.” He brushes his mouth against mine, and I whimper. “It is mine.” He pulls out and then thrusts back in with more force this time. “I paid for it.”
“Damn it, why is that so hot?” This kind of talk should be illegal, but I never want him to stop.
“Grab the headboard,” he orders, and I quickly do as I’m told. I see the pride and approval in his eyes when I follow his directions instantly.
Mattia shifts to his knees as his hands go to my hips. He pulls me part way up his thick thighs and then begins to thrust. He’s in control of our every move, and all I can do is lie here and take it.
“I want to see all of it,” he groans. “You’ll let me cum in you for free, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, but I’d agree to anything he asks me right now. My sex is clenching his thick length, and I can feel another orgasm fast approaching.
Mattia presses his thumb down on my clit, and it’s the perfect touch. It’s all I need to send me flying over the edge, and I cry out his name. My back arches off the bed as he comes down on me, and suddenly I’m pinned beneath him. All I can do is lie there as the climax rips through me and I gasp for air.
“You’re mine now,” Mattia says, still pounding away inside of me.
I feel the warmth of his release flow into me and then spread between us, but Mattia keeps going. He’s completely focused as he drives in and out, and I don’t see him stopping anytime soon.
