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"Matteo," I pant, his name the only word I can remember.
He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, and slides one hand around to where I need him most. His fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling with just the right pressure.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. I cry out, pushing back against him, taking him deeper.
"That's it," he encourages, his breath hot against my ear. "Take what you need."
His words unleash something in me. I move more urgently against him, greedily chasing the pleasure that's building with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixing with our heavy breathing and occasional moans.
Matteo's rhythm becomes more intense, his thrusts deeper. The grip on my hip tightens and I know I'll have marks tomorrow.
"You feel so good," he groans. "So tight around me."
Matteo doesn't slow down. He continues his relentless pace, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling and gasping beneath him. Just when I think I can't take anymore he grunts loudly, his rhythm faltering for an instant.
Then with a final thrust he finds his release, his body going rigid against mine. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his warmth. He collapses partially on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight on his forearms.
We remain like that, breathing hard, our bodies still connected. I feel boneless, utterly spent, and completely satisfied in a way I've never experienced before.
Matteo presses gentle kisses along my shoulder blade, up my neck, behind my ear. Each touch is tender, a stark contrast to the ferocious intensity of before.
"You're incredible," he breathes hot against my skin.
I can only manage a contented hum in response, too overwhelmed for words. Matteo carefully pulls back, leaving me feeling empty for a moment before he gathers me in his arms and pulls me to his chest.
I curl into him, my head finding that perfect spot under his chin. His heartbeat gradually slows until it matches the gradually calming rhythm of my own.
CHAPTER 33
Matteo
"Ineed a shower," Hazel says, her voice deliciously raspy.
I brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I need one too."
Her eyes sparkle cheekily and I see the question there. I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Come on," I say, sitting up and bringing her with me. "Let's get cleaned up."
I lead her to the bathroom. The marble is cool beneath our feet as I reach into the glass enclosure to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature until steam begins to rise.
When I turn back to Hazel she's standing utterly unselfconscious. The sight of her—curves illuminated by the soft bathroom lighting—makes my breath catch.
I guide her into the shower, following close behind with my palms cupping her ass. The hot water cascades over us both and I reach for the soap, working it between my hands until it forms a rich lather.
"Turn around," I tell her softly.
She complies, presenting her back to me. I start with her shoulders, my soapy hands gliding over her skin in slow, careful circles. I work my way down her spine, over the curve of her buttocks, down the backs of her thighs. Every inch of her is divine and I'm determined to worship all of it.
"Turn to me," I murmur, and she does as I say.
Water streams down her body as I soap her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach. I kneel to wash her legs, looking up to find her watching me, her eyes never leaving mine. The trust in her gaze hits me with a kind of pain.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, rising to my feet. "Every inch of you."
She reaches for the soap but I shake my head. "Let me take care of you."
I rinse her body carefully, making sure no soap remains. Her skin is pink from the hot water, glowing with vitality. I can't resist leaning in to kiss her shoulder, tasting the skin there.
