Page 262 of Merciless Desires

I was shaky. This man was going to be my husband, but he was a stranger in front of me, someone so guarded that I wondered if I would ever truly know him.

I lathered the body wash in my hands and then on him starting with his shoulders. I moved up his neck, winding both hands around his throat just because I could, and down his chest.

I cleaned his arms and worked the soap against his hands and fingers until the soft white bubbles turned pale red. I soaked the sponge and pressed it against his neck, letting the water roll across his hardened chest and stomach. I repeated it over and over until the only blood that remained was on his face.

Matteo sat forward to reach for my hips and drew me toward him, adjusting until I was on his lap with my feet behind him. My stomach flopped around as he tucked his somehow already hard again cock between us and it slapped against my belly button.

Reaching up, I ran my wet fingers across his cheeks, wiping away the blood. He closed his eyes again, breathing slowly as I traced from his forehead down his sharp nose.

I saved his lips for last. When I pressed my fingers to them, Matteo’s eyes snapped open, hooded with a lust I felt deep in my core. I slipped my hand away from his mouth and dove below the water to wrap around his cock.

“Marcella…”

“Shh…”

Let me do this.

Let me figure this out, whatever it is between us.

Let me in.

His head fell back and he groaned. I smiled softly. I liked having this…control over him.

The bubbles in front of me dissipated, and I peered down to watch how I worked my hand up and down his length. It was such a simple action that had such an effect on the man in front of me.

His stamina was something to be marveled at, but my hand was getting tired. I wasn’t sure what to do with his…

“No,” he growled and yanked my hand away from his cock. “The only place my cum belongs is inside you.”

Matteo grabbed me and forced me to stand. Turning us, he nudged my knee onto the edge of the tub, pressed at the center of my back until I bent forward, and quickly teased my entrance before pressing into me.

This was the third time in less than twenty-four hours that he had been inside me. I was a fan, but I was sore. A good kind of soreness that I felt when he was gone, like my pussy ached for him.

I felt him deeper this way, like the tip of his cock was pressing against my damn lungs. If he wasn’t careful, he might puncture one.

A sharp slap across my ass made me buck forward with a squeal. Matteo tightened his grip on my hips, keeping me still. I felt him press against me, his mouth on my back near my shoulder.

He bit down as he came, our groans echoing off the tiled walls and back to us.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, Matteo eased me back into the bath. “You make me never want to leave this house. The only thing I want to do is you, amorina.”

I turned my head toward him. “You bit me.”

He breathed a laugh. “I did.”

“It hurt.”

“It was supposed to.”

“Am I bleeding?”

Matteo kissed my shoulder where he had bit me. “No. I will never draw blood from you.”

“You already did,” I reminded him. “Last night.”

Another chuckle. “That was not my intent. It was an unfortunate side effect of being fucked for the first time, amorina.”

I leaned forward to slide off him, but he pulled me back and spread my legs.

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