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When he finally raises his head, his lips are glistening with evidence of my pleasure, his eyes dark with hunger. The sight of him looking so satisfied with himself, so proud to have made me fall apart, sends another aftershock through me.
"Perfect," he says, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
CHAPTER 23
Matteo
Ihover above Hazel, drinking in the sight of her—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Her hair fans out across the pillow like spilled honey, and her eyes, those incredible hazel eyes are molten with desire.
"You're so beautiful it fucking hurts," I murmur before capturing her lips with mine.
She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest to my shoulders. The sensation of her soft palms against my skin ignites something primal in me. I've had countless women since that night in Austin, but none of them left this burning need in my blood. None of them tasted like this—like something essential I've been missing.
Suddenly Hazel's hands press against my shoulders, and she shifts beneath me. Before I can question it, she's pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me.
"My turn," she whispers, straddling my hips.
I let my hands rest on her thighs, giving her the control she's asking for. After what that bastard put her through—controlling every aspect of her life—the least I can do is let her take what she wants from me.
"Take whatever you need, bella mia," I tell her, my voice raking with desire.
The moonlight streaming through the window bathes her naked body in silver, highlighting every curve, every dip, every perfect inch of her. Her breasts sway gently as she moves, nipples hard and begging for my touch. The marks of that bastard's abuse are still visible on her skin—fading bruises that make rage simmer beneath my desire—but in this moment she looks powerful. Fierce. Free.
She leans forward, her hair falling around us like a curtain as she kisses me deeply. I cup her face, letting her set the pace, though it's killing me not to flip her over and bury myself inside her.
"Condom," she whispers against my lips.
I reach to where my pants lie discarded, fishing my wallet from the pocket. I always carry protection.
I retrieve the foil packet and tear it open. Hazel watches, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as I roll the condom down my length. Her eyes stretch slightly and I remember how tight she felt that night.
She positions herself above me, one hand on my chest for balance, the other reaching between us to guide me to her entrance.
Her eyes bolt onto mine as she begins to lower herself onto me. The sensation is exquisite torture—hot, tight, perfect. I watch her face as she takes me inch by inch, her lips parting in a silent gasp, her eyes rolling back slightly as I fill her completely.
"Fuck," I groan when she's fully seated, my fingers digging into the soft flesh at her hips.
She stays still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of me inside her. I force myself to remain motionless, letting her set the pace, though every instinct in my body yearns to thrust up into her welcoming heat.
When she begins to move it's with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. Her hands find purchase on my chest as she rises up slightly before sinking back down, taking me deeper each time.
She increases her pace, riding me with growing urgency. Her breasts bounce with each thrust and I can't resist reaching up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
She throws her head back, a low moan escaping her throat as she moves faster, harder. There's a desperation in her now, like she's chasing something vital. Her nails dig into my chest, no doubt they'll leave crescent marks that I'll wear proudly.
"Matteo," she gasps, her inner muscles clenching around me as she rides me like it's the last thing she'll ever do.
I thrust up to meet her, matching her frantic pace. Our bodies slam together, the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room alongside our mingled moans. Sweat glistens on her skin, making her glow in the dim light.
"That's it," I growl, feeling her begin to tighten around me. "Come for me again, Hazel. Let me feel you."
Her movements become erratic, her breathing ragged. I slide a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it with firm pressure. The effect is immediate—she cries out, her body tensing as swells of pleasure crash through her.
The sight of her coming apart above me, combined with the exquisite pressure of her inner walls pulsing around me, shoves me over the edge and I empty myself inside her.
I lie in bed with Hazel curled against my arm, her breathing steady and warm on my skin. The room feels suspended in time - just us, tangled in sheets, the rest of the world locked outside.My fingers draw lazy circles on her shoulder while my mind tumbles with questions.
The silence between us stretches, comfortable but loaded with everything unsaid. I can't hold it in anymore.
