Page 111 of The Devil's Den

Harshly, she yanks my shirt up, her hands falling to my scars. Feeling her touch me there, accepting them, it does something to me. My hunger for her grows and I fight to steady it, to take my time and let her tell me what she wants. I know she’s been struggling. I’d never push.

My lips fall to her neck, kissing her there as she grinds her hips into my knee, rubbing herself on me.

“Touch me.” She sighs with a tremble. “With your fingers.” She swallows her bottom lip into her mouth as I glimpse at her.

Fear tugs at me, wanting to please her, yet afraid I may not know how. But I’ve done this before. I can make her come like that again.

My mouth returns to her neck, leaving tiny kisses down to her shoulder, my fingers stroking past her hip, my hand falling to her inner thigh as I part her legs wide. There’s no one here to see us. The park is private, and Dom ensured no one would step foot in it besides us.

She rocks her hips, her eyes shut, as though anticipating my touch, as though wanting it, like I deserve it. I brush my fingers up and down the skin of her inner thigh, teasing her, watching her as she squirms, a moan slipping past her full parted lips.

I let her feel my touch right over her panties, damp and warm. Propping myself on my elbow, I observe her in the throes of ecstasy, never seeing anything as beautiful.

“Matteo…” she rasps, her hand biting into my back as I part her panties to reveal the softness beneath. My fingers run in between her wet slit, barely touching her as she cries, her lashes fluttering, the sounds coming out of her so sensual, I want to hear more. I never want to stop hearing her say my name when she’s this way.

Eagerly, I sink the tip of my finger inside her, rolling it back up to her clit, rubbing her there as she bows her hips on a breathy cry.

“Yesss, that feels good,” she pants, and I do more, letting my thumb rub her there while my other finger thrusts all the way inside.

She clamps around me, pulling me in deeper. To know I’m doing that to her, that I can feel her become this free, fuck, I never felt this big. This powerful.

“Yes, yes… Oh God…”

“Your pussy is so wet, baby. I like knowing I did that,” I tell her, adding a second finger inside her, slowly sliding in and out.

“Please,” she groans. “I need…”

My cock throbs to feel her, even knowing I never felt it before. But it’s a natural feeling I can’t describe, this want—this desire.

“I’ll give you what you need. I always will.”

When I drive my fingers deeper, when my thumb swirls around her clit faster, she screams out my name over and over, her back arching, her body shuddering, her hands sinking into my flesh, so hard, I want to bleed for her.

“Matteo, yes, yes…!” She keeps going, wave after wave, until her body slows from the high, until her eyes open again, and the cutest smile makes it to her lips.

“Did we just do that outside?” She breathes all heady, her cheeks flushed pink, her chest rising up and down with her rough breathing.

“We did,” I say, unable to keep the smirk off my face even if I wanted to. Sitting up, I fix her panties, making sure she’s covered before I hold her against me, her back to my chest. I don’t know how long we stay that way, the cool air rustling around us, the world perfectly still.

“This has been the best day of my life,” she hums sweetly.

I kiss the back of her head. “And I’ll give you more of them, more of this. Forever.”

“I love you, Matteo Cavaleri, more than my whole heart.”

“Well, youaremy heart, Aida Robinson. My heart and soul.”

And when she’s ready to take the next step, I’ll show her exactly how much of my heart and soul she really owns.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX

MATTEO

ONE WEEK LATER

“So you gonna showme what you got or what?” Enzo shoves me with his shoulder as we all stand in the middle of the gym Dom has in his basement. It’s like a whole house down here.

“Really, Enzo?” Dante throws out. “He spent years being forced to murder and beat people up, and you want him to fight you?” He swats him on the head. “Leave the kid alone.”

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