Page 115 of The Devil's Den

“Yes, touch me, baby.” I grab her wrist, leading her all the way to where she wants to be. “It’s yours.”

“Matteo…” she breathes. She runs two fingers around the crown before fisting me gently, like she’s afraid it’ll hurt.

“Tighter.” I clench my teeth, throwing my head back with a growl as her hand squeezes me, and I jerk when she slides it up and down.

My balls ache, a jolt zapping through my back the faster she moves. That need to explode comes barraging, and once I feel it, I stop her, grabbing her wrist and gently pushing it back against the bed. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, baby, and I wanna come inside you.”

She sucks her lower lip with a whimper, her thighs rubbing against one another. My eyes take it all in as I rip the packet and slip into the condom.

I drape my body over hers, loving her curves wrapped around me.

“Your hands are too good for a man like me.” I grip my cock in my fist, lining it at her pussy. “Every single part of you is.” The tip slips just past her entrance and I lower my face close to hers, her lips perched over mine, her exhales shuddering, mingled with my own. “Am I hurting you?” I tremble out, staying still until she tells me she wants more.

“No.” Her hands fall to my ass. “Keep going and don’t stop.” And I don’t. With every inch, I sink inside her, so wet and willing, so breathtaking. I never want to stop looking at her body. But her heart, that’s the most beautiful of all.

“I love you, Matteo.” Her gasping is whispery and rough as my forehead falls to hers for seconds before I pitch back.

With her palm fitted over my cheek, and mine over hers, I sink all the way inside, our eyes so connected, my soul rattles.

Vulnerable. Yet strong. Soft. Yet hard. A lover. But a fighter too. I’m all of those things in her arms. And I’ll fight every damn day to deserve her.

My cock surges, stretching her as I thrust, and she makes the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. My strokes turn faster as I scatter kisses past her neck, her breasts, her hands gripping the sheets.

When I look down, her gaze is full of the same emotions I see reflected at me. This time, our kiss, it’s filled with promises—of unhurried love, enduring devotion, of a life filled with firsts. Together, we will have many of them and no one will stop us. Not this time.

With another slam of my hips, I feel it—a swell, this extreme tingling at the base of my spine. I pump faster, needing her eyes on me as I experience this intensity with her, with this woman who’s been my everything from the very first day. I can’t even put into words how good I’m feeling. It’s like we’re connected, our souls as one.

Her hands claim my back, her fingers biting into my flesh every time my hips drive harder, the sound of skin on skin blending with the sounds of our pleasure. When she squeezes my cock, crying out my name, her back arching, I’m right there too, the fire she set burning me as I spill with every drop.

“Fuuuck!” I groan, thrusting harder until there’s nothing left to give.

“Matteo…” she exhales roughly once her spasming ends, but I don’t move, staying inside her, not wanting to separate. “That was…wow.”

“You’re incredible,” I tell her, my chest on fire from my heavy breathing, our legs tangled in a chaotic heap.

I’ve never been this naked with anyone. Never bled this much of myself into another person. But somehow, with her, it feels right.

We stay that way for long winding minutes until I slip out of her, discarding the condom into the trash bin, before holding her body against mine, feeling the wave of her heartbeats drumming over my fingertips.

I kiss the back of her head, pulling the blanket back over us as she yawns. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll find you in your dreams.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN

MATTEO

“Yes, yes, don’t stop,”she cries the following morning, bent over, her palms against the shower wall after I soaped her up and washed her off. My cock slides easily into her drenched pussy, the water spraying over my head, her hair tangled in my fist.

I reach down, gliding my fingers past her stomach, finding her clit, rubbing her faster. Her hand snaps to my wrist, and she grasps tight, her moaning loud and all mine.

After last night, my confidence grew, and while showering together, things just kind of happened. I should probably thank Enzo for the box of condoms right about now.

“Oh God, Matteo…” I draw circles over her clit, thrusting roughly as her pussy tightens, letting me know she’s close.

A deep-chested groan escapes from my lungs as I pound my hips into her, her body still wet while water rains down my back.

“So beautiful,” I grunt, my balls burning for release, my other hand letting go of her hair only to squeeze her ass in my palm.

When I drive inside her deep this time, her cries of pleasure spill from her lips as she lets go and lets me have that part of her. I join her, my hips slamming, every inch of my thick cock inside her warmth, giving her every drop of me in return.

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