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"Yes," I breathe. "Please."
His hands, relentless and unyielding, spread my thighs wider. His fingers brush over the wet silk of my panties. I buck upward, trying to get closer to his touch, to him.
The rough pad of his thumb presses against the fabric, finding my clit. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and my back arches off the bed.
"Mattia," I gasp, unable to control the tremor in my voice.
"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open. There's something terrifyingly beautiful about the way he looks at me—like I'm both prey and goddess, meant to be devoured and worshipped all at once.
He hooks his fingers into the delicate fabric of my panties, pulling them aside with a slow, deliberate motion that makes my heart pound against my ribcage.
And then one finger slips between my folds. He groans deep in his throat. "So wet for me," he growls, his voice rough with want as he begins to play with me.
His movements are both tender and demanding as he circles my clit slowly, making me writhe under him. Each touch is a promise of more—more pleasure, more pain, more everything.
I am lost in him—in the power of his body over mine and the way he watches me—when he suddenly withdraws his fingers only to replace them with his tongue. The first touch of his lips against my pussy sends a shockwave through me.
"Mattia!"
He's relentless, licking and sucking in a way that drives all coherent thought from my mind.
The world narrows down to the sensation of his mouth on me and the intense blasts of pleasure ripping through me.
His eyes burn into mine with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. "You're going to come for me," he whispers fiercely. "Now."
His command unravels me completely. My climax crashes over me in waves so intense they seem endless, pulling scream after scream from my lips until I'm nothing but sensation floating in darkness.
He doesn't let me catch my breath.
With a fluid, predatory motion, he flips me onto my stomach. The sheets are cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body above me. His hands splay across the small of my back, pressing gently but firmly, pinning me.
My heart pounds, the anticipation building.
His breath is hot and heavy against the nape of my neck as he leans down over me. "I'm not nearly done with you yet, cara mia."
His lips trail fiery kisses along my spine, igniting sparks in my veins. By the time he reaches the curve of my lower back, he's got one hand between my cheeks, playing with my back entrance. I shouldn't love it, but I do. God help me, I love everything this man is doing to me.
Then his tongue returns to where I need him most. His technique changes seamlessly—now slow and languishing, now quick and purposeful. He eats me as if he has all day, worshipping me with his lips and tongue.
Before long, he's exploring my asshole, too. He spreads me open with a gentle firmness, exposing every part of me to his unyielding mouth.
The pleasure builds—slowly at first, then all at once—and I find myself pushing back against him, pleading for more.
His grip tightens around my thighs as he holds me still for his carnal assault. It's relentless and focused. He devours me with a precision that pushes me further into the abyss of ecstasy.
"Let go for me, topolina," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
My body obeys before my mind can comprehend his words—a tidal wave roaring through me once more. My voice breaks on a cry, high and keening, as sensations overwhelm me again.
This time, the dark isn't quiet but filled with the echo of his name.
His eyes lock with mine as I shudder through the aftershocks, his gaze burning with primal satisfaction. The air crackles with something fierce and unspoken, a wild promise hanging heavy as he rises with the grace of a predator.
He watches me like a silent guardian of my unraveling as he methodically removes each piece of his expensive clothing, revealing the hard, sculpted lines of the body molded by power and discipline. When he's finally bare before me, my breath catches at the sheer force of his presence. He's beautiful and intimidating, a masterpiece carved from darkness and light.
Without a word, he returns to me, flipping me onto my back. His hands frame my face with undeniable ownership. "Look at me."
I'm helpless to do anything but obey. There's an intensity to his voice that feels like it's peeling back every layer of my soul.
