Page 52 of Cavaliere

Matteo lightly sweeps my hair off my shoulder, whispering a finger across my collarbone, tracing the outline of my heavy breasts that are aching for his touch. He leans in, inhaling deeply. “Your scent is intoxicating, tesoro. You have no idea what effect you have on me. The amount of control that’s needed every day to not fuck you every waking minute.” His hand lightly trails back to my collarbone and down my back until it hits the zipper on the dress. “I thought the night in my office would take some of the edge off, but it hasn’t. If anything, it made it fucking worse because now I know how well you respond to my touch. How well you take me. You’re an addiction that was created just for me. So here I am, Wren, a junkie waiting for you to latch on and never let up.”

“I’m ready,” I whisper as I feel the zipper hit just above my ass. I step back slightly, giving him room to slide the dress over my hips, letting it fall softly on the floor.

“Thank fuck,” Matteo growls before claiming my mouth. I don’t make him work for it. My mouth opens, and his tongue slips inside immediately, dominating the kiss. Owning what is his. It’s not romantic. It’s rough and raw. The pent-up sexual tension finally explodes.

I grip Matteo’s broad, muscular shoulders to center me as we both rip away for air. Matteo’s hands settle on my hips, nudging me back towards the bed.

“Lie back, tesoro. Let me worship you.”

“No one has ever wanted to do that before,” I say softly. There’s an emotion working in his eyes that I can’t place because I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.

“That’s because no one has deserved you. Until now.”

I can barely breathe as I slide further up on the bed until my head is resting against Matteo’s pillow. He’s quick to follow, hovering above me, caging me in with his arms. His warm breath hits my neck, sending a tingle down my spine. The emotions I’ve never felt before are caught in my throat, making that area just above my boobs hurt. It’s almost too much to take.

My chest arches up, pressing against him. I need him to touch me. To take away this ache that’s only for him. Matteo’s hips press into me as he lightly trails kisses from my collarbone down to my breasts, sucking and nibbling on one before moving to the next, leaving no area untouched.

Matteo groans as he cups my breast, trailing kisses down my stomach. “They barely fit in my fucking hand. Fucking perfect. And they’re all fucking mine.” He continues his slow torture until he’s covering just above my clit. “You poor thing. All swollen and throbbing.” Lick. “All these juices, and they’re all for me.” Lick. “Aren’t they?” Lick.

“Yes.” I breathe out as my hands reach for his head, tugging hard on his hair as I thrust up into his face.

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing his way back up my body. I can feel myself on every inch of skin his lips touch. “I need to be inside of you.” I feel the thick head of Matteo’s cock at my entrance. “Look at you trying to suck me in. Your pussy knows it’s mine. Fuck.” Matteo groans, resting his forehead against mine. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t have the courage to meet his gaze. It’s too vulnerable. I feel too seen. “I want your eyes on me as I enter you.”

The authority in Matteo’s voice makes my eyes dart to his. My breath catches in my throat at the intensity of his gaze. There’s that emotion again; this time, instead of swirling in the depths, it’s front and center, his deep brown eyes almost sparkling.

I expect Matteo to slam into me, burning off this pent-up sexual tension that’s been brewing all night, but he doesn’t. He takes his time, slowly sliding in inch by inch, making my mouth fall open at the feel of him stretching me. It isn’t until he’s all the way in that I let out a sigh.

The feeling of him and I together is something I’ve never experienced. It just feels right.

“You feel that?” Matteo groans as he sets a slow, sensual pace. “That’s you and me, tesoro. I’ll do anything in the fucking world to make sure we never lose it.”

I arch up just enough to shove my face into his neck, no longer able to meet his intense gaze as I feel tears start to pool in the corner of my eyes. Inhaling deeply, taking in his spicy scent that’s quickly become home, I let the tears flow as I meet him thrust for thrust. One of his hands is lightly caressing my waist before widening my thighs, adjusting the angle slightly so he’s hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

My eyes roll as my head slams back down on the pillow, tingling starting at the base of my spine.

Matteo picks up the pace as my breath becomes uneven and choppy.

“Fuck. I can feel that you’re close, Wren.” Matteo’s hand slips between, finding my clit.

That’s all I needed to send me over the edge. My eyes find Matteo’s as my walls clench his cock in a vice grip, fluttering around him as my orgasm slams into me. Matteo grits his teeth as he rides me through it before giving one last hard thrust, exploding deep inside me.

Neither of us speaks for a few minutes as we both come down and try to catch our breaths. I feel him softening inside me as I sigh contently.

A girl could get used to being this happy and sated.

“How are you feeling?” Matteo’s rough voice breaks the silence.

“I feel… happy.”

“Yeah?” Matteo pushes up as his eyes roam my face, studying me.

“Yeah,” I echo softly. “I know I was a real fucking bitch when we first met officially. You know, not the time when you were basically dying in your car, but the time when you broke into my apartment,” I ramble.

“Wren.” Matteo’s lip curves up. “I know what you mean.”

“Right,” I say. “I’m not promising I won’t ever be bitchy again, because let’s be honest, that’s just not me. And don’t even get me started on your bossy orders and having Rob follow me around. That stuff makes me want to rage.”

“Is there a point to this?”