Page 111 of Bellini Born

This man was willing to give me everything. He would lay the world at my feet if I asked. I had no fucking clue what I’d done to earn his undying devotion, and it was better for my mentalhealth not to go down the rabbit hole and try to figure out why he’d set his sights on me, the girl from the trailer park with debt up to her eyeballs and zero job prospects.

I wanted to believe I was worthy of his love. That there was something special about me that only he could see. Because this had evolved beyond an initial physical attraction and sex. He’d made me his wife, trusted me to take on a motherhood role with his daughters.

He’d chosen me, and I couldn’t help but choose him—his girls—right back. They’d worked their way into my heart, and now it felt like they had always belonged there, like I’d just been waiting for them to come into my life and make me whole.

“Come on.” Matteo gently guided me toward the bedroom with a hand at the small of my back.

Latching the door behind us, he flicked the lock as I stepped deeper into the room—the one that would witness the consummation of our marriage.

Instead of joining me, my husband walked to the double glass doors leading to our private balcony. He threw them open before turning and extending a hand to me.

Instantly, I knew where this was headed. He’d mentioned on our first day here that he wanted to fuck me out there—expressing his desire to make me scream his name—but during all our time spent at the villa, he had been careful with me, mindful of my leg and its need to heal. That meant our sex life had narrowed down to only oral. He hadn’t been inside me since the night of the fire, over a month ago now.

That would change tonight.

Like I was pulled by a string, I closed the gap between us and allowed him to lead me onto the balcony. The chilly night air caressed my skin, but it wasn’t the temperature that had goosebumps rising to the surface; it was the man who hauled me into his arms, staring down at me like I was his reason for living.

“Dance with me,” he commanded, the softest smile on his lips.

“You want to dance?” I couldn’t contain my surprise. Glancing around the space, I protested, “But we don’t have any music.”

“Sure we do.” With a hand on the back of my head, Matteo pressed it to the center of his chest, my ear right over his beating heart. “You hear that?” he asked as he urged our bodies to sway together. “That’s the symphony of my love for you. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe it.

“It’s breathtaking.”

His hum vibrated through his chest, tickling my face. “That’s fitting. Because you steal my breath away every time I look at you, think about you, or touch you, Summer Bellini.”

Hearing my new name roll off his tongue had me clutching him tighter, desperate to be closer.

“I need you.” The admission was uttered so quietly that it was carried away on the sea breeze.

“How do you need me, wife?”

I peeked up at him through my lashes. “In my mouth.”

He arched a surprised eyebrow. “Thought you’d be sick of that by now.”

“Never,” I vowed. “I want to taste you.”

One hand lifted to cradle my face. “And I will never deny you. Not now. Not ever.”

That was all the permission I needed, and I dropped to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“So beautiful,” he rasped, gathering my hair in one fist. Dipping his chin, he prompted, “Go ahead. Take it out.”

My gaze dropped to the front of his slacks, where his hard cock strained against the fabric, eager to be freed. Licking my lips, I unbuckled his belt before unfastening his fly, tugging his pants and underwear down to his knees.

His erection bobbed before my face, already leaking from the tip, and it was impossible not to dart my tongue out to lap up that pearly bead. The flavor explosion caused me to moan, and Matteo’s grip on my hair tightened. Pulling painfully on the roots, he wrenched my head back, and I gasped when I saw the desire darkening his eyes to almost black.

Seeing how much he wanted me was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was painfully turned on, the throbbing between my thighs nearly unbearable, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to please this man.

Matteo pumped his stiff length with his free hand, gripping it so tightly in his fist that his knuckles turned white. “Open up.”

My lips parted on command, and I flattened my tongue, eager to welcome the weight of his heavy cock.

“Mia regina perfetta.”