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I take her lips, kissing her with pure adoration. She sighs as I kiss her, and for one moment I remember everything she’s been through.
“Stop,” she mumbles against my lips. “Please don’t think of anything that can tarnish tonight. Love me as if it was my first time. Erase all the bad from the past.”
Those desperate words are enough to remind me that tonight will be considered my first time. I’ve never been with someone I’m in love with. I gently lift her into my arms, guiding her toward her bedroom.
ChapterNineteen
Thea
Matt settlesme back on the ground, my feet unable to support me as they tingle just like my entire body does. That’s what he does. This is all Matt and the way he gently handles every part of me, even my soul.
Tonight, I’m promised a night that I’ll remember as the most loving one between the two of us.
He pulls me closer to him, until I’m flattened against his solid chest. His eyes darken, and the grin transforms into a mischievous one.
“Tell me what feels good, Butterfly.” His low voice sucks all the air from my lungs, and my legs wobble. If I keep standing, I fear I’m going to fall flat on my ass.
He directs me to the bed and claims my mouth with a glorious kiss, a soft tongue sweeping across, as if taking a taste of the best piece of cake. It erases every single thought, even my name.
As his mouth conquers mine, a throaty moan escapes me. Matt groans when my tongue follows his, sliding into his mouth hungrily. I tangle my fingers into his shaggy hair, holding tight while his arms slide underneath my dress. He runs his fingers up my back and over my bare skin.
“Matt.” I let out a breathy moan along with his name when his lips move along my jaw.
“What do you need, Thea?” His lips fall to my shoulder, where he nips and kisses his way to the other side. His fingers find my aching, throbbing pussy. They are so close. I arch into him, seeking release. “Do you want me to make it feel better?” I moan a yes. “Anything for you, Butterfly.”
He releases me, pushing himself off the bed and tugging at the neck of his shirt to pull it off. My eyes admire his defined chest, marked arms, and inked skin. His hands work the button of his jeans until suddenly, they stop.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says. I grip the comforter not sure of what to say or if I should just enjoy the way his eyes travel over my body, as if enjoying a masterpiece. “Trust me to love you, Butterfly.”
My heart jolts.
I nod and that one sentence is all it takes. An unexpected force comes to life. My heart grows several sizes and something inside me disappears.
“Stand up,” his silken voice orders, and I do. He pulls down the strapless dress I wear, and I’m left with only my silky panties on. “Fuck.Fuck. You wore almost nothing underneath.”
“Love me.” The two words are a combination of a plea and an order.
His lips are close to mine. “I will,” he breathes against them before he takes my mouth, sliding in his tongue.
We are pressed against each other, my arms gripping his shoulders as he lowers me to the bed.
“To new experiences,” he says as his lips leave mine. “And a lifetime of memories.”
As he trails down from my lips to my breast, his lips mark my body, circling from top to bottom, traveling inward as if searching for the liquid center of a truffle. When he reaches my nipple, he captures it. He licks it like ice cream, savoring.
“You’re my dream come true.” He releases my nipple, his eyes meeting mine, sending an urgent message that he loves me. That, if necessary, he’d die for me.
His eyes never leave mine as his mouth travels to my other breast. His hand stays on the one he already loved, tugging and pulling at it. Making my pelvis meet his. His fingers trace their way down to the small piece of fabric I wear.
My body is on fire. I don’t remember sex being so good, primitive, and painful. That ache between my legs increases, and he’s doing nothing to make it go away. His hands reach for my panties. I want him to rip them off. He makes an act of pushing them slowly down my legs.
“Time to open your wings—for me.” I want to open everything for him. My body. My heart. My soul.
Matt lowers his mouth to my sex, running his tongue over my slit. I moan at the contact, and his eyes meet mine. They’re filled with pleasure and pure ecstasy. His lips lift further north as he pushes a finger inside me, then his mouth goes back to my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I scream as he licks me, fingers thrusting in and out. My hips move at the rhythm he sets, and that’s when he submerges inside me, dancing, building the moment. I’m ready to meet my fate, whatever that is.
His eyes never leave mine. His other hand reaches up, settling on top of my belly. Soon, I want everything to… ahh. I don’t finish the thought because I unravel, losing myself in the moment.
