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No phone number. No ‘call me sometime’. Nothing but a polite thank you and goodbye.
The paper crumples in my fist as I stare at the empty bed. Last night replays in my mind—her gasps, her smile, the way she trembled under my touch.
And now she's gone.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 6
PRESENT DAY
Hazel
The black silk sheets slide against my skin like cool water as I lie back on the enormous bed. My breath comes fast and shallow, my heart racing with anticipation. Matteo stands at the foot of the bed, his powerful frame silhouetted in the dim light. The muscles in his arms and chest flex as he moves, revealing the intricate lines of his tattoos. The small cross on his wrist catches my eye. Something about seeing that intimate detail makes my stomach flip.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he says, his voice dropping to the gravel tone that makes heat pool between my legs. "Spread out on my bed like that."
I watch, transfixed, as he tears open the foil packet with his teeth. His eyes never leave mine as he rolls the condom down his length. The ferocity in his gaze makes me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he says, one knee pressing into the mattress making the bed dip under his weight.
My fingers twist in the sheets as he moves closer.
A dangerous smile spreads across his face. He places one hand on my ankle, slowly sliding it up my calf. His palm continues its journey up my thigh, leaving fire in its wake.
I can't help the small moan that escapes my lips. His touch is electric, sending sparks shooting through my body.
"That's it, bella," he murmurs, positioning himself between my thighs. "Let me hear you."
His hands grip my pelvis, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget everything but my name." The crude words sound like poetry spoken in his accent, making my skin flush with heat.
"Please," I breathe, arching toward him.
"Please what?" he asks, teasing me with just the tip. "Tell me what you want, Hazel."
"You," I gasp. "Inside me.Now."
His eyes darken, turning almost black with desire. "Since you asked so nicely."
He pushes forward in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming—stretching, burning, perfect. I cry out, my back bowing from the bed.
"Fuck," he growls, his voice strained.
He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, his arms braced on either side of my head. I can feel his muscles trembling with the effort of restraint. When he finally begins to move it's with slow, deep strokes that make me see stars.
"That's it," he whispers against my ear. "Take all of me."
His lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. The scratch of his beard against my sensitive skin sends tingles down my spine. Each thrust pushes me higher, building a pressure that threatens to consume me.
"Matteo," I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Say it again," he commands, picking up pace. "My name on your lips is the sweetest fucking sound."
"Matteo," I repeat, louder this time. The headboard begins to knock against the wall with the force of his movements.
His hand slides between us, finding the exact spot that makes me cry out.
The pressure builds and builds until I'm right on the edge. I feel myself tightening around him, my body tensing for release.
