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“Yes,” I gasped, and kissed him as his fingers moved faster. I moaned and felt it building, insanely and impossibly, but his speech rang out in my ears, god, he wanted me so much it almost hurt, and I came on his fingers, came as I kissed him, moaning into his mouth.
He let me finish, my body shaking, but he didn’t stop there. He didn’t get his fill of me yet.
I let him strip me down and watched him undress. He stroked his thick cock as I sat on the couch in front of him and took him deep into my mouth. I licked him, sucked him, took him into my throat as far as I could, my head buzzing with the orgasm, the impossibility of coming on his fingers like that, but it was his words and the sincerity of them, and how much I wanted it all to be true.
He pinned me back against the couch and spread my legs. His tongue lapped me up, licking along my lips and circling my clit. I pulled his hair and he growled his pleasure, sinking more fingers inside of me.
“I want you splayed wide open and dripping. I want you begging for me to sink my cock between your legs. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Sam.” He pulled back and pinned my hands above my head. I felt the tip of him pressed against my slick pussy.
I wiggled my hips, desperate to feel him inside. “I want you,” I moaned. “I need you to fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. God, Matteo, please, fuck me.”
And then gave me what I desperately needed and sank himself deep into my pussy.
I moaned as he filled me, stretched me to fit him just right. It was like he’d been made for me, or I was made for him, and I felt all that heady pleasure rush to my brain. He thrust once, then again, still pinning me down. I was taken, controlled, dominated, as he growled with joy and thrust again, again, deeper and deeper, taking my slick pussy, taking me so deep his balls pressed against my opening, his stomach grinding against my clit.
I threw my head back and moaned his name. My voice echoed into the cavernous living room and in that moment, I didn’t care if someone caught us. There was only Matteo, the man that wanted me, that looked at me like I was the moon itself, like I was all the stars in the sky, like I was a field full of perfect flowers. He fucked me faster, kissed my lips, bit my nipples, teased my breasts, pressed my legs up and took me, his muscles bulging, sweat running down his taut chest. I rolled my hips and moaned and said all the filthy things that came to mind—told him how good he felt, how his thick cock split me in half, how I wanted to suck him and choke on him and let him use me up until I was nothing more than a sweat-covered quivering ball of senseless joy lying in a puddle of my own cum. I wanted him, needed him, and he fucked me, and fucked me, and pushed me to my limits until another orgasm rolled down my spine.
This was him, this was the father of my baby, and soon I was going to marry him. Maybe we’d end the war together or maybe not, and I wasn’t sure I cared. It was him, god, him, my Matteo, and I was his.
He came moments after me, filling me in deep, hard spurts. I gasped and clenched down on him as my back shook and my legs cramped. He kissed me and massaged my calf until it passed, then pulled back. I moved to get dressed, but he dragged me into his lap, still naked, his seed dripping from between my legs.
I curled up against him, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“I know you’re scared,” he whispered, “but I promise we’ll make it through this.”
“I just don’t understand how my family can be like this. I don’t know why Colm hates them so much and why they don’t give a damn about me.”
“I don’t either,” he admitted. “But it’s not like that with me. You can be everything, if you want it.”
I bit my lip and tried not to cry.
I’d never wanted to be someone’s everything—but now that he’d offered it, I realized it sounded perfect. I never knew I could mean this much to someone, and it filled me to the brim with a confused and insane joy.
“I’ll think about it,” I said finally, once I managed to control my tears.
“Good,” he said. “In the meantime, we’ll get married tomorrow.” He kissed my hair and laughed. “It’ll be fun. You can consider this the wedding night.”
