Page 112 of Bellini Born

Those were some of the words he’d taught me, so I knew he called me his perfect queen. Even though I no longer wore that symbolic tiara, I would forever be his queen. And there was nowhere I’d rather be than on my knees for my king, the ruler of Chicago’s underworld.

Slowly, he fed me his cock, pushing so deep that I gagged, unable to escape with how he held my head immobile.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice came out strained as he forced himself down another inch, cutting off my air supply. “For me to bruise the back of that pretty throat?”

A strangled noise was my only response.

“That’s what I thought,” Matteo gritted out, withdrawing for a split second before driving forward again.

I couldn’t control my involuntary need to swallow, and those muscles rippling around his shaft only spurred him on. He became a man possessed, setting a punishing pace as he fucked my face, and all I could do was hold on and try not to pass out from the lack of oxygen.

“Fucking perfect.” The motion of his hips faltered, the thrusts growing jerky, signaling he was close.

Power surged in my veins.

Iwas the reason he was losing control.Iwas the one who could make him fall apart. AndIalone knew what would throw him over the edge.

With the edges of my vision beginning to darken, it took effort, but I managed to form an even tighter seal around his cock with my lips, sucking him as hard as I could while moaning loudly.

The combination of suction and vibration set him off. His head dropped back, a guttural groan floating toward the stars as cum shot down my throat. There was so much that I couldn’t drink it down fast enough, causing me to cough and sputter as it spilled from my lips and dribbled down my chin. Matteo continued rocking into my mouth, though lazily, as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm.

By the time he pulled his softening cock away, I was dizzy, and even though I was on my knees, I swayed, tilting precariously to one side and almost toppling over.

Matteo dropped down beside me, looping a steadying arm around my waist. With his free hand, he gathered up the cum coating my face with a thumb and brought it to my lips. “Every drop.”

My lips parted automatically, and I closed my mouth around the digit, sucking every last trace of his salty spend from his skin.

“That’s my girl.” Pride shone in his deep voice, and I preened at the praise.

Once he was sure I wouldn’t topple over, he stood. Kicking his shoes off, he stepped out of the slacks pooled at his ankles. Then he went to work on the buttons of his white dress shirt, his tie having been discarded hours ago.

Then he was gloriously naked above me, and I couldn’t help but stare. Moonlight cast shadows across the ridges of hismuscles, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep my tongue from lolling out—a tongue that very much wanted to lick every inch of that olive skin.

This was the type of body they carved into marble and displayed in some of the world’s most prestigious museums. It was that beautiful.

A sexy smirk tugged up one corner of his lips. “Like what you see, Mrs. Bellini?”

I wasn’t sure how it was possible for my mouth to go dry, while at the same time, drooling over my husband, but that’s what happened. “Uh-huh.”

Matteo offered me his hand, and I took it, allowing him to haul me to my feet. In the next heartbeat, I was airborne as he carried me back through the balcony doors and into the bedroom.

Setting me down, he tipped my chin up before stealing a kiss. It was deep and slow, and I clung to him as my knees threatened to give out. He sucked on my lower lip before capturing it between his teeth and giving a gentle tug.

My head dropped back on a moan, and while my eyes were closed, I felt his touch skate over the bare skin of my shoulder. My hair was brushed away from my neck, and warm lips pressed against my nape, trailing lower along my exposed back.

When the fabric of my dress halted his progress, Matteo paused. I held my breath, awaiting his next move. And after what felt like an eternity, the zipper was dragged down with aching slowness. I swear I could actually hear each metal tooth releasing, one by one.

I wiggled my hips, urging him to pick up the pace as I all but whined, “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m savoring you, savoring this moment, so that when it’s over, the memories will be burned into my brain for all time.” There was a reverence in his tone.

Well, when he put it like that, it was damn near impossible to argue with.

Not only that, his words caused warmth to spread through my chest and made my heart swell. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about connection. More than that, it was about love.

“Ti amo,“ I breathed.

Matteo’s free hand gripped my hip tight enough to elicit a gasp, and his forehead fell to my lower back.