Page 114 of The Devil's Den

I commit every inch of her to memory. She’s like a piece of art, and one day, I’m going to draw her, just like this.

My hands lower to her body, starting at her breasts, roaming down with care, falling to her stomach, her hips, her thighs as she parts a little, enough to show me all of her.

My fingertips brush the inside of her thigh, rolling my fingers up and down each one, and her exhales grow rough, her ass circling against the bed, her eyes on me.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m gonna love you, Aida, like no one ever has before.”

Her eyes shimmer, and I’m on her in an instant, my body pressing over hers, my kisses rough, her hands against my back rougher, pushing me deeper into her.

I make love to her mouth, and it’s just that easy. I pour everything I have into that kiss. Every feeling. Every word. Every promise. It’s hers. I belong to this woman.

Cradling the back of her head, I grab a handful of her breast with my other hand, thumb stroking her nipple. When her cry of pleasure vibrates around my tongue, I arch my cock against her center, making her quiver beneath me.

“Do you feel how badly I want you?” A growl slips out as she pants the more I rock into her pussy, but I won’t make her come this way, not yet.

Reluctantly, I pull away, wanting to taste her everywhere. And I do just that, peppering her with kisses, from her neck, further until my mouth hungrily drops in between her chest. I swallow a nipple into my mouth, sucking harder, my tongue sweeping past one, before I take the other.

“Matteo!” she gasps, and the way her nails dig into my scalp makes me want to never stop.

I draw back, just for a moment, just so I can look at her one more second, and every time that I do, it feels as though I’m looking at her for the very first time. My thumb runs across her lips. “I promise to take care of you. Every single day.”

“I promise to take care of you too, Matteo.” She holds my face in her hands, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.

When she touches me like this, so damn tenderly, it seeps into the marrow of my bones. Her love is everywhere, soaking into me, and nothing has ever felt this pure. This good.

“I love you,” I softly exhale as my face falls to her throat, a hand drifting down the side of her body, wanting to touch her.

I peer up at her as my finger gradually lowers over her most intimate place. She’s wet and warm as I swipe up in between her slit, her whimpers turning me the hell on. I keep going, slipping past, touching her deeper.

“Yes, right there,” she cries, as I rub her spot, her eyes hazy with lust as I look down into them, wanting to dive in and surrender to the fall.

I glide my finger lower, sinking it inside her pussy without a hint of doubt or hesitation. Because the way she looks right now, the way she’s clamping around me, I know I’m doing something right.

I thrust fast, then slow, changing up my tempo, her moans growing louder. My teeth graze the underside of her jaw as she cries my name, her nails slicing up my back as I dip in and out of her, going deeper every time I’m all the way inside.

She’s soaked around me, and goddamn tight.

Would I even fit? Could I hurt her? Fuck. How will we even do this?

Her walls tighten around me the faster I pump, her panting growing heavier, her moans entwining into one frenzied sound.

“Matteo!” Her gaze locks to mine, her mouth parting, brows drawn, and when I work her harder, ramming faster, she screams my name, hiding her face in my shoulder, biting into my flesh as her thighs tremble and her body shudders underneath me.

I don’t stop until she does. I want all of it. Everything she has to give me. Because it’s mine. Once her body stills, her heart racing to the beat of my tumultuous one, I kiss her slow, groaning as my cock rocks in between her thighs, wanting to come undone and watch her do that again.

Quickly, I move to retrieve one of the condoms Enzo had given me from the drawer in the nightstand. I settle on my knees, and her eyes fall sharply to the square in my hand.

Those rosy nipples shudder from her chaotic breaths. “Open it,” she whispers. “Please.”

I nod, without looking away, knowing I’d agree to just about anything to make love to her. Calling it fucking just doesn’t feel right, not with her. Not for us.

My cock aches so violently, I’m afraid I’ll tear her body to shreds. But I want to love her slow, to remember every detail of our first time—from the way she sounds, to the way she moves, to the way we feel together.

Dropping the condom beside me, I pull my white t-shirt off, my hands then landing on the waistband of my sweats, gradually pulling them down.

My cock springs out, and her eyes instantly widen. Hell, I hope that means she likes it.

“Could I…?” Her fingers reach out, hesitantly drawing them near the tip of my length, her gaze dancing between my eyes and my cock.

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