Page 69 of Silent Vows

“Bella,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

She doesn’t respond with words, just reaches for me, her hands sliding up my chest and curling around the back of my neck. With a gentle pull, she brings me down until I’m hovering above her, our bodies separated by the frustrating barrier of clothing. Her breath is warm against my face, her lips parted, her eyes heavy with longing.

Her hands trail down my chest, her fingertips brushing over every ridge of muscle, until they find each button of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she unbuttons them, her fingers grazing my skin as she helps pull it off my shoulders. The moment it’s gone, her hands are back on me, exploring every inch like she’s memorizing me anew.

“Yours,” I murmur, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s deep and consuming.

She answers with a quiet moan, her nails lightly scraping down my chest as she moves to the waistband of my pants. Her fingers work the buttons with surprising steadiness, even as her breaths grow quicker. The slight scrape of metal against fabric fills the space between us as she slides the pants over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. Her gaze dips, a flicker of heat in her eyes as she takes in the sight of me.

But I can’t wait any longer. My hands move to her dress, my fingers trembling slightly as I undo the zipper. The soft fabric parts under my touch, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin inch by inch. I press a kiss to her sternum, then another just below her collarbone, tasting the faint hint of salt and the warmth of her.

“Matteo…” she breathes, her voice barely audible, filled with need.

“Patience,piccola,” I murmur against her skin, letting my lips linger there before continuing my journey downward.

I slip the dress off her body, letting it fall in a silken heap beside us. My hands trail over the soft curve of her arms as Ireach for the clasp of her bra. It takes only a moment to undo it, and the straps slide down her arms with a whisper. Her bare skin is radiant in the golden light, and for a moment, I can only stare, awestruck by her beauty.

“Perfect,” I murmur, brushing a kiss over the swell of her breast.

She shivers beneath me, her hands finding their way to my underwear. With a determined tug, she pushes them down, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I rid myself of the last barrier quickly, then turn my attention back to her. My hands slide to the waistband of her panties, fingers curling around the fabric. I draw them down her hips, my knuckles grazing her thighs as I strip them away.

When she’s finally bare before me, her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling as I let my gaze roam. The sunlight streaming through the window catches on her curves, painting her in gold, and I feel my pulse stutter.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my voice rough with need and adoration.

I lower myself back to her, letting our bare skin brush for the first time. The heat of her against me sends a shiver down my spine, but I don’t rush. Instead, I press my lips to her throat, just beneath her jaw, where her pulse flutters wildly.

My kisses are slow and deliberate, a path of reverence down the column of her neck. I pause at the hollow of her throat, sucking lightly, leaving a faint mark of possession. Her head tilts back, granting me more access, and I take it greedily, trailing lower to her collarbone. I alternate between soft kisses and the light graze of my teeth, enough to make her shiver.

Her hands tangle in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as I continue my descent. I brush my lips over her sternum, then trace the curve of her breast with the tip of my tongue,savoring the way her breath catches. Her body arches into me, her back leaving the mattress as she silently begs for more.

“You’re mine,” I murmur against her skin, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her response is a soft moan, her fingers tightening in my hair as I worship every inch of her. My hands slide over her sides, memorizing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the strength hidden beneath her softness. She’s all fire and vulnerability, and I’m utterly consumed by her.

“Matteo,” she gasps, her voice a mix of plea and demand.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the swell of her stomach before moving back up to capture her lips.

When I finally rise to kiss her again, her lips are already parted, waiting for me. The kiss is deeper this time, hungrier, our bodies pressing together as if we can’t get close enough. Every touch, every brush of skin, every whispered word is a declaration: she is mine, and I am hers. Forever.

When I finally join us, it’s with a slowness that feels reverent, every movement deliberate and filled with meaning. I pause, savoring the exquisite sensation of us coming together, her warmth enveloping me completely. The world around us fades away until there’s nothing but her—her soft gasps, her trembling body, the way her eyes lock onto mine, full of trust and desire.

We move together in a rhythm that feels like it was written just for us, a language only we understand. Her body rises to meet mine, her hips arching in perfect harmony with my thrusts. Each connection is deliberate, a silent promise exchanged with every shift and press of our bodies. I’m acutely aware of every sensation—her nails tracing the ridges of muscle along my back, the way her thighs tighten around me, the soft, breathless sounds that escape her lips.

Her hands roam my body, as though she’s memorizing every inch of me. Her fingertips press into my shoulders, trailing fireas they slide down to grip my sides, pulling me even closer. The way she moves beneath me, the way her body yields to mine, drives me to the edge of control.

“Matteo,” she whispers, her voice breathless and raw, and the sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver through me.

Her release builds slowly, her body trembling as she climbs higher and higher. I watch her face, captivated by the way her brows draw together, her lips parting as soft cries spill from them. I feel her nails dig into my skin, the bite of them grounding me even as I’m lost in her.

When she finally lets go, it’s breathtaking. Her head falls back, her throat arching beautifully as a broken moan escapes her. The sheer trust and vulnerability in her gaze, the way her body quivers against mine, is more than I can bear.

I follow her over the edge, my own release crashing through me like a wave. My body tenses, my movements faltering as pleasure consumes me. I press my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling as I let out a deep groan, her name slipping from my lips like a prayer.

For a moment, we remain locked together, our bodies trembling, our hearts pounding in unison. The world feels distant, unreal, as we bask in the aftershocks of the connection we’ve just shared. I lower myself carefully, wrapping her in my arms, and press a kiss to her damp temple.

“You’re everything,” I murmur against her skin, my voice hoarse.

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