Page 49 of Savage Vows

My knees threaten to buckle, so I grab his shoulders for support.

“That’s it, Alessia. Hold on to me. Always.”

When we’d played a couple of hours ago, he’d been demanding and dominant. This time, he’s being a lover, giving me time to savor each sensation.

He worships me with his mouth. Then he simultaneously finger-fucks my pussy. I’m spiraling out of control, turning myself over to him.

“You’re the perfect lover.”

When I’m crying his name, sure I can’t take any more, he finally relents, rising to his feet.

His gaze locked on mine, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms.

Instinctively I turn toward him and wrap my arm around his neck.

He carries me to the bed, where the housekeeping staff has already turned back the covers. He lays me down gently, positioning me so that my head rests on one of the half-dozen pillows.

Mesmerized, I watch as he kicks off his shoes and strips off his pants and socks in fluid, controlled movements.

When he’s naked, my lips part.

I’d felt him earlier, had guessed at his size, but seeing him now… He’s magnificent, enormous and thick. A drop of precum glistens on his cockhead.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

In a swift move, he climbs onto the bed and straddles me, capturing my hands, stretching them above my head and pinning them to the mattress. The position arches my back slightly, thrusting my breasts upward, and he takes advantage, leaning down to suck one hardened nipple into his mouth.

He teases me with his tongue and teeth, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. At the same time, he wedges a muscled thigh between my legs, applying pressure exactly where I need it. I squirm against him, trying to increase the friction, but he takes his time, building my arousal slowly.

“I want you wet for me, Alessia.”

His cock is a hot, heavy weight against my stomach, the precum leaving a slick trail on my skin. I want to touch him, to explore every inch of his body, but he keeps my hands pinned firmly in place.

He switches his attention to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention until I’m writhing beneath him, grinding myself on his thigh, creating a delicious friction that has me on the edge of orgasm.“Matteo!”

“Spread your legs for me.”

I do, and Matteo hovers over me, his powerful body poised at my entrance. He’s so much bigger than I imagined, and I’m notsure how I’ll take all of him, especially since I’m still a little sore from earlier.

As he pushes in slightly, I freeze.

Instantly he pauses. “Look at me, Alessia.”

When I comply, he says, “Everything will be fine. You were made for me.”

Pulling back a little, he shifts, spreading my legs wider with his knees. Then he strokes in just a little deeper than he had before. With his size and the fact I’m still a little sore from earlier, nerves have me on edge.

“Relax.”

I wish it were that easy.

Instead, expecting him to thrust in hard, I drop my hands to my sides and grab hold of the sheet beneath me.

“Fuck.” He scowls ferociously. “Birth control, Alessia. Are you on anything?”

The question catches me off guard, and I shake my head. “No. I haven’t been… I mean, there hasn’t been a need.”

His eyes darken possessively. “Good.”