Page 260 of Merciless Desires

Chapter Eighteen

MARCELLA

The bed shifted behind me, and I was drawn back against a firm body. Matteo buried his face in the crook of my neck and inhaled.

“You didn’t lie,” I whispered and rolled onto my back.

“I’ll never lie to you.” Matteo’s lips pressed against mine, and when I opened my mouth to his, I finally opened my eyes.

A coppery taste glided across my tongue, and I gently pushed him back.

“Oddio!”

Matteo was covered in blood. It was splattered across his face and shirt, dried across his arms and hands.

“Are you hurt?”

He breathed a laugh. “No, amorina. It’s not mine.”

I unbuttoned his bloody shirt and pushed it down his tense arms, guiding his red-stained hands out of it. Matteo inhaled slowly, just watching me as I undressed him. His eyes fluttered closed when I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

“Amorina…” he warned, thrusting fully into my palm.

“I want it. I want to know how to calm you down when you return to me wearing another man’s blood.”

“You want it?” Each word was delivered with such force, I almost started to regret my request.

But I nodded, and that small movement roused a growl from somewhere deep within him.

Matteo’s lips crashed against mine, and he slipped his cock out of my hand. As he kissed me, he positioned me exactly how he wanted me, pressing my knees up to my shoulders roughly.

After rubbing the tip of his cock in my wetness, barely a breath later, he slammed into me straight to the hilt, and I cried out. Matteo swallowed my cries with a groan of his own, and he made it known he wasn’t taking it easy on me this time.

Matteo shifted his grip to my waist, digging his fingers in. He pulled his mouth from mine and stared down at me with a feral look in his eyes.

“Cazzo, Marcella…” he moaned, and his hips stilled.

I wondered what I’d done wrong, if I was that inexperienced, but all thoughts left my head when Matteo swooped down and kissed me. He still tasted like blood, but there was a sweetness on his tongue that I wanted more of, and he was willing to give me that.

So I gave him me. All of me. In any way he liked.

It should have been painful, I almost wanted for it to be painful, to make sense of things, but it wasn’t.

Matteo rested his hands on the backs of my knees, pressing his weight down and spreading my legs further as he started fucking me again. Deeper, harder, with more intent, and something more.

Nothing made sense at the same time that everything made sense. As long as it was him.

A lifetime of this would be worth it.

“Going to need you to come, amorina. Do it for me.” His demand was followed by his unrelenting touch against my clit.

Whatever orgasm was buried deep down rose quickly to the surface and spilled over into everything. My hips bucked in a desperate attempt to stop his fingers from working against my overly sensitive bud, but he kept going, and so did the orgasm, stretching out and snapping together all at the same time.

Wetness pooled on the bed below me. Wetness that turned Matteo feral.

“Fuck yes, Marcella,” he groaned, hips ruthlessly pounding against mine.

I wasn’t sure who screamed louder when Matteo came: him or me. His entire body shook, cock throbbing inside me as he filled me in a way that I would never get tired of.

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