Page 118 of Phantom Mine

Matteo pulls back only far enough to separate our lips, but our noses touch, bumping against each other with every roll of his hips as he works himself entirely inside me. His lids are heavy as he moves languidly above me, his eyes half closed.

But he watches me.

His gaze burns into my face, leaving a trail of red on my cheeks. He watches me like he can’t look away. His eyes remain glued to mine as his rhythm evolves into deep, sensual thrusts so excruciatingly slow, they rip pleasure and frustration out of me with equal measure.

“Look at you,” he admires, voice thick with possession. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this. Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” He strokes my breasts, my ribs, my flat stomach, petting me with worshipful hands. “Nomatter how many times I fuck you, you take me like it’s the first time.”

I claw at his ribs, at his back, my face screwed in pleasure, my hands reflecting the desperation of my entire being. This is a different kind of dominance. He doesn’t use strength or force to command my body, but seduction. A sultry, sensual, carnal corruption of my body and soul alike. My moans are heady and shallow and extracted from impossibly deep inside me.

A pained groan leaves his lips. “You’re clenching so impatiently around me. You want more?”

I nod frantically, my hands closing at his neck. I arch my hips away from the mattress, trying to get closer. His arm wraps around my back and he drags me roughly into him. His other palm flattens next to my head as he holds me with one arm, erasing all distance between us.

He’s staring again and it’s too much.

“What are you looking at?” I moan, meeting his gaze.

A troubled, dangerously tormented look crosses his eyes. Then he buries his face in my shoulder, placing an open throated kiss against my neck.

“You. I’m always looking at you. You’re so fucking beautiful,cara mia,” he breathes into my ear. “I want to tattoo your face on the back of my eyelids so I never have to look away from you.”

He keeps his mouth where it is, muttering endless praise, endless compliments, making me dizzy with his affection. I hold his head against me, clutching desperately at him with greedy hands.

Tomorrow, I’ll regret letting him fuck me like this.

He’s claiming me when he doesn’t plan on keeping me.

He’sruiningme.

But tonight, he’s not my family’s enemy, he’s not the brother of the man who killed my sister, he’s not another woman’s fiancé. He’s mine.

Simply, impossibly, undeniably,mine.

He fucks me slowly and gently and languidly, every stroke worshipfully adoring. He tells me he’s mine, even if he doesn’t know it.

And when I come, it’s a completely different orgasm than any I’ve had in the past, with him or anyone else. It comes from a different, deeper part of me that I’ve never opened to anyone before. I scream as the climax blasts through me, as I fall apart against him, shuddering and quivering for what feels like endless minutes.

Matteo fucks me through it all, his thrusts turning progressively deeper and more powerful until his face screws in concentration, until his teeth bite into his lower lip, until he pulls out of me, fists his cock, and comes all over my tits just like he promised he would.

Jet after jet of his warm cum hit my chest, his own orgasm as drawn out as mine. His eyes remain glued to my breasts, watching as his cum slides over my nipples and down to my belly. I run a finger through it and bring it up to my lips. His gaze turns scary dark, his features tightened by savage lust when I suck the finger into my mouth and lick his arousal like he did mine. I groan, closing my eyes and tipping my head back when the saltiness hits my tongue.

A dangerous growl rumbles up his chest and his cock hardens once more. He dives for me and I laugh as he wraps his arms around me and rolls us across the bed, uncaring of the fact his cum is still on me.

When he comes up for air from biting my neck, the look in his eye tells me he plans on taking me again.

I press a hand against his chest to stop him.

“You need to call theFamigliadoctor for me tomorrow.”

Matteo’s brow furrows adorably. “Why?”

“You fucked me without a condom.” I clear my throat awkwardly when his frown deepens like he still doesn’t understand what I’m talking about. “I need to get tested to make sure you didn’t give me anything before we do this again. You obviously know I’m—”

“Leni.” He cuts me off firmly. “I’m clean.”

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