Page 113 of Bellini Born

“I don’t deserve you, but I’ll get down on my knees every goddamn day and thank a higher power I’m not sure even exists that you’ve chosen to give me your love.”

Tears prickled behind my eyes, and I glanced over my shoulder. He must’ve sensed my gaze on him because Matteo lifted his head, and that devastatingly handsome man stared back at me like I was his sun and moon and stars and everything in between.

My voice came out thick when I spoke next. “Take me to bed, husband.”

He swallowed so hard that the sharp tip of his Adam’s apple bobbed along the length of his throat, before standing. With his forehead pressed to mine, he rasped, “Yes, my queen.”

Wasting no more time, he yanked the zipper the rest of the way down with so much force that the sound of ripping fabric rent the air. The straps were then eased over my shoulders, and the dress fell away, pooling at my feet and leaving me in nothing but a matching set of white lace lingerie.

The undergarments were practically shredded as Matteo tore them away before lifting me into his arms for a second time and carrying me to the bed.

My back hit the cool silk sheets, the feel of them luxurious against my bare skin as I stretched out across the mattress. Then my husband’s body was on top of mine, and he became the center of my focus.

His lips trailed fire everywhere they touched, lighting me up from the inside out as I writhed beneath him. When he sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth, I cried out, my back arching as I silently begged for more, which he happily gave, teasing that little bud with his teeth while plucking its twin mercilessly.

Fingers dragged through my slit, and when they found me dripping, he buried his groan in the crook of my neck. “Fuck. You’re so ready for me.”

I wasn’t the only one. He was already hard again, the heavy weight of his cock resting against my inner thigh.

Clutching his head closer to me, I lifted my hips. “I need you now. Please.”

Matteo didn’t make me wait. Centering himself at my entrance, he pushed inside.

God, it had been so long, I’d almost forgotten how full he made me feel. And damn, the stretch was beyond delicious as my inner muscles yielded to accommodate his size. We were a perfect fit.

A grunt sounded from above when he bottomed out before he swiveled his hips, almost as if he were reveling in the friction of our joining. Each rotation had his pelvis grinding against my throbbing clit, and the head of his cock pressed against that sweet spot inside me.

His forehead fell to mine. “Being inside you is a fucking religious experience. I swear it sends me to Heaven before returning me to earth.”

There was barely time to process his words before he began to move. His thrusts were even and measured as he pounded into me with purpose. Each strong, slow slam shoved me further up the bed.

My hands found the tight muscles of his ass, and when our bodies collided, I tried desperately to keep him buried deep, canting my hips rapidly, rubbing my needy clit against the base of his cock. But he was too strong for me to be able to hold himthere for long, and soon he would withdraw again, making me whimper in frustration before we repeated the process all over again on his next pump.

It was uncoordinated. It was desperate. It was not nearly enough to light the fuse on the orgasm that I needed more than my next breath.

A primal cry of frustration rolled up from my chest. “Fucking faster!”

And then I did the last thing either of us would expect.

I pulled back one hand and brought it down so hard on the firm flesh of his ass that a sharp crack echoed throughout the room.

My eyes sprang open, and a gasp born of pure shock slipped past my lips.

Time stood still as we stared at each other. Neither one of us blinking. Neither one of us breathing.

Then a shadow passed over Matteo’s dark eyes, the shift in the air so palpable I shivered.

“You’ve done it now,” he warned.

Rearing back, he rose to his knees, and when he resumed moving between my thighs, it was with such brutal force that I screamed. Then he began penetrating me with punishing precision.

Every tendon lining his neck stood out with his teeth clenched so tight it was a wonder he was able to get the following words past them.

“You’re mine,” he gritted out, leaning in to collar my throat. “Every moan. Every gasp. Every ripple of your tight cunt trying to suck me deeper inside. All of it belongs to me. Iownyou. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I tossed my head back, relieved that he’d finally unleashed the beast. Soft and slow might work for some women, but I wanted it rough. I wanted it to fucking hurt.

My hands rose above my head to keep my skull from crashing into the headboard. The muscles of my arms trembled, no match for the strength of the man who was driving so deep inside me it felt like his cock might puncture my lung.