Page 48 of Phantom Mine

And he snaps.

Matteo lunges for me before the sound is even over.

That’s the only way to describe it, helunges.

His right arm closes around my lower back, his left hand collars my neck and he seals his lips over mine with a tortured groan that sounds like it’s being ripped from the very depths of his soul.

Demanding, harsh lips tangle with mine, the kiss hard and hungry and completely out of control. Two seconds in and this already rivals the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

The one I don't let myself think about.

He consumes me with the hunger of a starving man needing to be sated, and he draws an answering long, needy moan from my throat.

Matteo rips his lips from mine mid-kiss.

“Fuuuck,” he snarls.

“What?” I ask, lust-addled.

“That fuckingsoundyou just made. Whimpering like I sunk my cock ten inches deep into your tight pussy.”

I blink. “Ten…?”

His teeth score the length of my neck, sending a tremulous shiver raking through my whole body.

“Yes.Ten.”

He tilts his head up to find my mouth once more, swallowing my lustful gasp in the process.

There’s no finesse in this kiss. His lips are bruisingly hard, eager, and dizzying in their relentless passion. Something niggles at my memory, urging me tothink, to let myself remember, but I can’t. Not when his kiss is an assault on all of my senses, drowning me in everything warm, citrusy, and unapologetically Matteo.

Every moan ripped from my throat is laced with desperation, a not so silent plea for more, now,please. Pure unadulterated ecstasy has me grinding down on his lap, his hard cock rubbing against my aching pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts approvingly against my mouth.

Then he shoves me off his lap and down to the floor, sending his Amex skittering out from under the band of my bra. I brace myself to hit the solid ground hard, but his palm catches us. He’s gentle when he lays me down before he crushes me into the floor with his body.

This can hardly be calledtouching.

It’s claiming.

Claiming with a mindless need and intensity that speak to the depth of his lust. If I don’t put a stop to this, he really is going to fuck me right here.

Ripping my lips from his, I mutter breathlessly, “That’s two million’s worth, I think.”

Matteo shakes his head with his eyes closed. His hand wraps around the front of my throat in a dominating grip. He yanks me back against his mouth, muttering, “Not quite yet,pavona. More,” he begs, “I need more”, and then he’s taking my lips again, and with it, the last remnants of my willpower to push him off.

His hands roam my entire body, one grabbing handfuls of my ass while the other cups my breasts, kneading them with greedy fingers before pinching and tugging at my taut nipples.When I arch into his touch, a deeply pleased rumble rolls up his chest.

“I can’twaitto fuck you. I can’t wait to part these pretty lips and shove my cock down your throat. I can’t wait to eat out your weeping pussy and make myself a permanent home between your legs.” He grinds into me, thick shaft pulsing against my core. Fingers tighten around handfuls of my cheeks. “I can’t wait to sink into your ass, to see your thighs quiver as you work to accept me back here. I can’t wait to take italland watch as my cum drips out of every hole of yours,” he rasps.

I gasp, my pussy and ass clenching in anticipation of his feverishly muttered plans for them. I can taste his arousal, his demented lust for me, and it electrifies me in return.

I find myself gripping his hair and arching my hips up to meet him, rubbing my wet pussy against his demanding cock. A strangled moan rips from Matteo’s throat and heat seeps into my lower stomach, intoxicating and wild. He stares at my mouth, eyes glazed with satisfaction when he sees how swollen and red my lips are.

“Kissing you is like giving in to the original sin,” he proclaims. He bends his head and claims my mouth once more.

His words land as his lips touch mine.

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