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He slides inside from behind, deeper from this angle, and we both groan at the sensation. His hands grip my hips as he starts moving, each thrust pushing me toward the headboard.
"Look at you," he growls, one hand sliding up my spine to fist in my hair. "Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for this."
The new angle hits spots that make me sob with pleasure. I can feel another orgasm building, impossible but undeniable.
"Touch yourself," he commands, his grip in my hair tightening. "Play with that pretty clit while I fuck you."
I slide one hand between my legs, fingers finding the swollen bundle of nerves. The added stimulation makes me clench around him, and he hisses at the sensation.
"Fuck yes," he groans. "Just like that. Make yourself come on my cock."
The combination of his thrusts and my own touch pushes me toward the edge again. I'm trembling, desperate, completely lost in the pleasure he's giving me.
"I'm going to come," I gasp.
"Wait," he commands, slowing his pace to something torturous. "Not yet."
"Please." I'm begging now, shameless. "I need to come."
"You come when I tell you to come." His voice is pure dominance, and it makes me clench around him harder. "This pussy belongs to me, which means your orgasms belong to me too."
He continues the slow, deep pace that keeps me right on the edge without pushing me over. It's exquisite torture, and I can feel tears of frustration gathering in my eyes.
"Matteo, please."
"Please what?"
"Please let me come. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" His pace picks up slightly, just enough to make me gasp. "Will you tell me you love me every day?"
"Yes."
"Will you wear my ring when I put it on your finger?"
The implication makes my heart race. "Yes."
"Will you be mine forever? No more running, no more walls?"
"Yes." The word comes out as a sob. "Yes, I promise. I'm yours forever."
"Then come for me, bella. Come all over my cock."
Permission granted, I shatter apart, the orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that leaves me screaming. He follows me over, his release triggering another wave of pleasure that has me collapsing forward onto the bed.
He catches me, pulling me back against his chest as we both struggle to breathe. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight as aftershocks ripple through my body.
"Holy shit," I whisper when I can finally speak.
"That's just the beginning," he murmurs against my ear, his voice still rough with satisfaction. "I have weeks of wanting to make up for."
I turn in his arms, studying his face in the lamp light. His hair is damp with sweat, his eyes soft with satisfaction and something deeper.
"No regrets?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
"None." I trace the line of a scar across his chest, marveling at the contrast between his dangerous reputation and his gentle touch. "For the first time in my life, I know exactly what I want."
"And what's that?"
