Page 41 of Savage Vows

“That’s good for starters.”

He resumes spanking me and fingering me. Another ten is my undoing. I’m on fire, going out of my mind.

“And what else?”

A large tear splashes onto the wood beneath me. I have no idea what he means.

Then he reaches beneath me to palm my breasts and tug on my nipples, elongating them. “Matteo.”

“That’s right, Alessia.” He twists my nipples lightly. “Say my name. Scream it if you must.” With that, he digs his fingers into my hips, gripping me possessively. “Now if you have any hope of ever climaxing, you’d better tell me what I want to hear.”

Suddenly realization dawns. I know exactly what he’s demanding from me. “Yours, Matteo. I’m yours.”

“No one else sees you, touches you. Clear?”

He means every word.

Right now, I’d say anything, do anything just to end his sensual torture. “Yes. I understand.”

The moment I agree, he scoops me up, then places me on the couch, the cool leather a shock against my feverish skin.

Before I can even catch my breath, Matteo captures my ankles and lifts them.

“Spread your legs wide and keep them open.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m completely exposed to him.

“You’re drenched, Alessia. Such a pretty pussy.” He slides two fingers inside me, and I arch off the couch, whimpering. “So fucking tight and wet.”

He begins to move his fingers, curling them to hit a spot that makes me see stars. I’m already so close to the edge that it’s humiliating. But he doesn’t let me go over. Not yet.

He takes a place on the couch, leaning in, his breath hot against my skin. Then his tongue is on me, licking, sucking, devouring me.

Writhing, I grab hold of his shoulders. “Matteo … please …” I’m desperate, but I don’t care. I need this. I need him.

He slides a third finger inside me.

“Oh, God!”

Matteo stretches me, fills me.

Very deliberately, he flicks his tongue against my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. The sensation is so overwhelming that I’m tense, ready to snap.

But he doesn’t let me come. Not yet.

Instead he slides his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss. But then he’s trailing them lower, circling my tightest hole, pressing gently.

I instantly go still.

“Ever been fucked here, Alessia?” he asks. “Have you?”

I shake my head.

“Open your eyes. Look at me. Tell me your answer.”

I meet his gaze. His eyes are intense, filled with desire and determination. “No. I’ve never … There.”

“Then I’m your first.Andyour last.”