Page 86 of Tempting Tessa

I’m shaking, my arms trembling, but I keep pushing, feeling more of it spill out. He’s drinking it like he’s fucking starving, his tongue working in long, greedy strokes, and I’m making sounds I didn’t know I was capable of.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my clit. “Give it all to me. Every fucking drop.”

I push harder, and a fresh wave gushes out, and he moans—actually moans—like I’m feeding him the best thing he’s ever tasted. His tongue circles my entrance, pushing inside to get every last bit, and I nearly collapse on top of him.

“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re insane.”

He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his chin glistening with our combined mess. “And you love it.”

I can’t even argue because he’s right. I fucking love it. Love the depravity, the possession, the way he treats my body like it’s his to worship and consume.

He drags his tongue through the last of it, cleaning me with meticulous care, and then he’s pulling me down, flipping us again so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me, his eyes dark and satisfied.

“Clean,” he says, like he’s accomplished something heroic. His thumb traces my lower lip. “Every drop. That’s what you taste like on my tongue. That’s what you’ll taste like every time I fuck you.”

“You’re disgusting,” I whisper, but I’m pulling him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his mouth.

He deepens the kiss, his hand cradling my belly, and I can feel the baby moving between us—a gentle flutter, like they’re responding to the energy in the room. To the love.

When we finally break apart, I’m breathless and boneless, my body humming with spent pleasure. Matteo presses his forehead to mine, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

“You told me you love me,” he says quietly, like he’s afraid saying it too loud will make it disappear.

“I did.” I trace the bruise on his jaw, the split in his lip. “And you said it back.”

“I did.” His hand slides down to rest on my belly. “And I meant it.”

I study him—the hard lines of his face, the intensity in his eyes, the way he holds my body like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched. This man, who terrifies half the city, who makes grown men piss themselves, who just ate his own cum out of my pussy like it was a fucking delicacy…this man loves me.

And I love him. God help me, I love him.

“Your dad’s going to call soon,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking circles on my skin.

“I know.” I press closer to him, my head finding that spot between his neck and shoulder that seems made for me. “I’m scared.”

“I know that.” He kisses the top of my head. “But I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

I let out a shaky laugh against his skin. “Terrible investment you made.”

He’s quiet for a second, and I feel his chest rumble with a low chuckle.

“Worst business deal I’ve ever signed.”

I pull back to look at him, my eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“I only got a soon to be billion-dollar company, the woman I love, and my son.” His hand presses flat against my belly, and the baby kicks right into his palm like they’re already taking his side.

“Only?” I’m fighting a smile, and losing. “That’s all you got? Poor baby.”

“I should’ve negotiated harder.” His mouth quirks up at one corner, and even with the split lip, he looks like the most dangerous, beautiful man I’ve ever seen. “Maybe gotten you to sign a clause. Prevent you from being such a brat.”

“You signed everything away the second you put a baby in me, Marino.” I poke his chest. “I own you now.”

I close my eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. The baby kicks once, twice, and Matteo’s hand shifts to follow the movement.

I drift toward sleep, wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his scent. My phone is on the nightstand, and I know it’s going to ring.

But right now, in this moment, with Matteo’s hand on my belly and his heartbeat under my ear, I feel safe. I feel claimed. I feel like maybe, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.