Page 58 of Tempting Tessa

I start at her mouth, claiming her lips in a kiss that’s possessive but not rough. Her lips part for me automatically, and I slide my tongue against hers, tasting her, reminding her body who it belongs to even if her mind was trying to fight me earlier.

When I pull back, her eyes are still glazed.

“My woman,” I murmur against her throat, kissing my way down the elegant column of her neck. “Carrying my baby.”

She shivers beneath me, her body responding even as I feel the tension in her muscles. I nip at her collarbone, hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to mark. There will be time for marking later.

“These breasts,” I growl, cupping them in my hands. They’re already more sensitive. Her nipples are practically begging for my mouth. “They’re going to get so fucking big, stellina. So full of milk for our baby.”

She makes a small sound, half protest, half arousal. I ignore it, lowering my head to take one nipple between my lips. I suck gently, mindful of how tender she must be, rolling my tongue over the tight bud.

“Matteo,” she gasps, her back arching slightly.

“That’s it,” I praise, moving to her other breast. “Let go. Just feel.”

I work my way down her body, pausing at her stomach. This is where my baby grows, where our future takes root. I press my lips to the soft skin just below her navel, letting my stubble scrape lightly across her flesh.

I move lower, spreading her thighs wider with my hands. Her pussy is already glistening, her arousal betraying her even as she fights it. I breathe her in, loving the way she smells.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” I growl, thumbs spreading her lips to expose her completely. “So fucking wet for me already.”

“Matteo, I—” she starts, but I cut her off with a firm stroke of my tongue from her entrance to her clit.

“Shut up,” I command against her flesh. “No more talking. No thinking. Just pleasure.”

I settle between her thighs, my shoulders keeping her legs spread wide. She has nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I’m going to make her come apart under my mouth until she forgets everything but my name.

The first proper taste of her makes my cock throb painfully against the mattress. I groan against her pussy; the vibration making her jerk beneath me. I lap at her slowly at first, broad strokes of my tongue that gather her wetness, savoring the taste of her.

“You’re so fucking sweet.”

Her hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more friction. I hold her down with one forearm across her lower belly, keeping her exactly where I want her.

“Stay still,” I order. “Take what I give you.”

She whimpers, fingers clutching at the sheets. I can feel the tension in her thighs, the way she’s fighting to maintain control even as her body surrenders. I slide two fingers into her slick heat, curling them to find that spot that makes her see stars.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, her back arching off the bed.

“There it is,” I praise, keeping the pressure steady as I work her with my mouth and fingers. “Good girl. Let me hear you.”

She’s getting wetter by the second, her arousal coating my chin, dripping down my wrist.

I can tell she’s close from the way her thighs tremble against my face, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

“Come for me,” I growl against her wet flesh. “Give it to me.”

Her body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed as she finally breaks. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vise, pulsing as she comes apart. The sound she makes goes straight to my cock. I don’t let up, working her through it, drinking down every drop of her release until she’s pushing at my head, oversensitive and gasping.

“Matteo, fuck,” she pants, her chest heaving. “I can’t—it’s too much.”

I give her one last, slow lick before pulling away, my beard glistening with her juices. She looks absolutely wrecked—hair wild, eyes unfocused, lips parted as she tries to catch her breath. Perfect.

“Stay right there,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before climbing off the bed.

I walk to the closet, my cock bobbing heavy between my legs. Inside, I grab one of the silk scarves I’ve bought her—emerald green, expensive as hell—and something else I’ve been saving for just the right moment. The Persephone. I brought it here from her place, knowing I’d want to use it eventually. Now seems like the perfect time to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

When I return to the bedroom, she’s exactly where I left her, sprawled across my sheets like a Renaissance painting. Her eyes track me lazily, still hazy from her orgasm. I climb back onto the bed, moving to straddle her waist, my cock resting hot and heavy against her stomach.