Chapter 40

Chapter 40
    Anika:

If there's one thing I'll never grow tired of, it's kissing and being kissed by Matteo. 

I can't explain it, but there's something he does to me that makes me melt with a kind of violence known only to prey animals and lovers.

It's intoxicating, too much... And yet, never enough.

His lips are glued to mine while my nails dig into his shoulders. He's kissing me like he’s starved, and I’m the only thing that will satiate him. 

I feel heat pooling my thighs.

Matteo parts my lips wider with his tongue and practically starts fúcking my mouth with it. It's ferocious. Wolfen. 

He tastes of salt and mint and something coppery that wakes up every last dormant cell under my skin.

And it not just his mouth that's making me go weak in the knees. It’s all of him. His hands and chest and hips, the pressure of his thigh against mine, the scent of sweat and citrus clinging to his skin. Every nerve ending in my body's kinking toward his touch.

I feel his fingers slowly encircling my swollen nipple and then…

He tugs at it. 

“U..Hhh..” A feral growl rips out of me. 

God, he loves it. I can see it in that low-browed flash of teeth.

He continues to knead my breast with a greed that leaves my skin blazing. I whine and shove my breasts against him, practically offering them to him. Like he already doesn't have them. He smirks into my mouth again. 

The palm on my breast turns vice-tight. I'm dazed with sweet pain. His other hand seizes a fistful of my hair, bending my head back till I gasp at the ceiling. 

He breathes my air, and then begins to drag his mouth down the line of my neck.

“God, you taste good,” he mutters in a voice scraping and cócky manner. “Better than anything.”

My senses are dazed for a moment. His husky voice coupled with the wicked things he's doing to me now and the things he has in store for me are all too much for me. It's a miracle I'm still standing. 

My legs are mush. My panties are soaked. My heart is pounding. And my clit is pulsing. All for him.

Before I know it, He immediately hoists me on the dresser like I weigh nothing. Then, he yanks my legs apart, forcing them open around his hips. 

My skirt hikes. 

My breath sizzles. I clutch his hair, biting back a yelp because he’s sucking my nipple through my blouse now. When he bites at it, I squeal.

“I could devour you,” he says, my nipple still stuck in between his teeth.

My whole body thrums in answer. 

His other hand pinches my other nipple, rolls it hard, and my body arches into him. A loud moan escapes my lips. It seems to unravel something inside of him, because he bites my nipple harder while wringing the other one.

“Ohhh, M..Matteo.” I'm breathless, and I bet he hasn't started with me yet.

I can really smell myself now. Slick. My panties soaked to the hilt. 

“You’re so beautiful, Anika.” He says. “Have I told you this before?”

I nod. “A th..thousand times.”

“I don’t think that’s still enough.”

He smirks, and I let out a low laugh.

Before I can part my lips to say another word, I start to feel his touch, making me moan. He’s everywhere. His hands, lips, and teeth visit every inch of my skin in a wild and frantic pace. 

My entire body shivers and trembles on the dresser.

I swallow hard as I suddenly feel Matteo’s hand trailing up my thigh, yanking the skirt further up until he finds what he wants. My panties. Barely covering anything. 

Slowly, He strokes me along the thin fabric. 

“How about ‘I love you?’” He pulls back, locking gaze with me.

I blink. “W..what?”

“How many times have I told you that?”

“Uhm.. a.. million times..?”

He sucks his teeth, before leaning in. “Do you love me?”

“I.. u..Hh”

I let out a loud gasp as he suddenly presses a finger in.

He smirks. “You were saying something?”

“I.. I love you, M..Matteo.”

“These are in my way,” he growls, tugging at my panties.

I expect him to pull them off, but no. He grabs it , and with a single, brutal yank, he tears them.

I whimper at the sound, and I swear, I feel a frisson in the parting of my thighs.

I see him sink to his knees. His eyes are now pooling with mad lust. He drags my hips forward, and I'm seconds away from begging because the air is cool and my folds are swollen and throbbing.

“Soaking wet already.” His nose brushes against my clit. “All this for me?”

“U-hh, p- please.”

“I like when you beg,” he says, slowly burying two fingers inside my clit. “But I don’t need to be begged. Not from you. I’d do anything you want. Fùck, I’d live on my knees if it made you happy.”

Then he licks me. Just one lap at first, his tongue broad and flattened on my crease.

He buries his tongue in me, roots his face up under my skirt, inhales my musky scent loud enough to make my entire spine curl.

His lips are sticky-wet and so hot. The way he groans while sucking my clit, like he’s finally, finally eating after a brutal fast, sends the rawest electricity through every nerve ending in my body.

I cry out in ecstacy.

Sweet, sweet ecstasy.

“Come on,” He fists one of my thighs hard while his other hand pushes two fingers deep inside. 

I buck, nearly knocking the perfume tray on the floor. 

Oh my god.

My panting, his slurps, and the creak of the dresser under my ass echo in the bedroom.

Every inch of me is shrinking in on Matteo's mouth and hands. Matteo eats me out like I'm the most delicious thing in the world. His nose is hard against my clit. His tongue is slick. And his teeth is grazing with a barely trained savagery.

I want to tell him how good it is, but all that comes out is a strangled, “God, Mat- Matteo-” followed by a yelp when he sucks so hard my vision blurs.

He knows exactly when to slow down. When to go gentle, when to fuck me with his fingers so hard I’m choking on my own spit. My thighs shake. 

My hands scrabble through his hair, desperate for purchase, for control, but there’s none.

Not now.

Not with him.

He looks up at me. His eyes are black, pure hunger, but there’s a softness when he sees my face, a pride that shoots a lightning bolt of affection through my ribcage.

“Cum for me, Anika,” he says, like an order and a blessing at once.

He flattens his tongue and pushes his fingers deeper, curling them just right. 

And oh goddess, I am gone. Flooded with hot, syrupy pleasure that rips a howl from my lungs and makes the world go white and silent for one blinding second. I clamp tight on his hand. 

I can’t even think, can’t even breathe.

He’s still holding me. Still kissing me, riding every second of my orgasm with lazy, satisfied licks until I twitch and whine from the aftershocks. When I finally open my eyes, I see Matteo straightened up. 

He’s now ripping his clothes from his body.

“Want you, Anika.” His voice comes out as a raspy breath. “Now. On the bed.”