Page 105 of His Tesoro

“Don’t keep me waiting,” I murmured, my lips brushing his throat.

He pressed in, teasing me with just the head of his cock. “I would live inside you if I could.” Before I could answer, he thrust all the way in, and I let out a cry at the stretch. His arms bracketed my body, keeping me as still as possible as he rocked in and out.

“Fuck, I’m going to come quickly. Come with me, baby. I need to feel that perfect pussy of yours squeeze my cock.”

He paused to ease a pillow under my hips. The change in position took pressure off my joints and made it so every thrust hit that perfect spot inside me. It was like electricity through my core and I whimpered, clutching at Matteo as I came. He followed seconds after, both of us riding our pleasure, our hearts racing where our skin was pressed together.

“Perfect. You’re so perfect,” he murmured, gently kissing my lips before rolling off of me. I curled up as Matteo went into the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later with a damp washcloth and cleaned me, making my cheeks heat. I always felt a mix of pleasure and embarrassment when he took care of me in this way.

He lay back down beside me, and I snuggled into his chest.

“Everything feels right when I’m with you.” My words came out mumbled, but his grip on me tightened. “I always dreamed of having this, but never thought I would. Thank you.”

“You never have to thank me,” he murmured. He sounded like he was half-asleep, and I smiled against his bare chest.

Sleep was pulling me under, but just before it did, the words I’d held back for so long spilled out of me. “I love you.”

Matteo’s chest continued to rise and fall steadily. I planted a gentle kiss on his skin and then closed my eyes.

55

MATTEO

“Ilove you.”

I kept my breathing steady so Sofiya would think I was asleep, but my chest felt like it was about to burst.

She loved me.

Loved me.

Everything was the same as it had been a few minutes ago, and yet nothing was the same. The universe had shifted and I had been transformed.

I was a man loved by Sofiya Rossi.

Somehow, against all odds, against my own fucking idiocy and stubbornness, I had won the love of my precious wife.

I tightened my hold on her as her breathing evened out. I would never get enough of this, of her. I craved her every waking moment, my mind even seeking her out in sleep.

And I wondered if that was what love felt like.

56

MATTEO

Domenico entered the office, his jaw clenched and a laptop in his hands.

“Report,” I said.

“Yes, Boss.” Then he hesitated.

I had to hold back a growl. I should be with Sofiya right now. I hadn’t wanted to leave bed this morning, especially with how tired she’d been lately. I wanted to spend all day wrapped up in each other, fucking and touching and listening to her sweet voice as she trailed her fingers along my bare chest. If I hadn’t wanted to kill the Albanians before this, I would have simply because they were taking me away from my wife.

Domenico cleared his throat, opening the laptop. “I found the traitor.”

I cocked an eyebrow, my expression giving nothing away. But inside, my heart was pounding with the need to destroy. Bloodlust rushed through me. Finally, we had them.

“Who is it, then?” Romeo asked.

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