Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
She swallows, her eyes still hazy.
"I needed that," she admits, voice soft.
"I know," I smirk.
And then I feel my entire expression relax.
"You're just… incredible," I whisper, my voice raw, my breathing uneven.
She blinks up at me, eyes still hazy from her orgasm, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
And fuck, I want her. I need her.
The ache in my body, the throbbing between my legs, the way every part of me is wound tight with unspent desire - I should be desperate to move, to take what I want, but I don’t.
I hold still.
This isn’t just about fucking. I’m not sure it ever even was.
She cups my face, pulling me into a kiss that makes my pulse stutter.
"Let me make you feel good," she whispers, her hands already tugging at the hem of my shirt.
I sit back just long enough to yank it over my head, letting it fall somewhere onto her messy floor, and when I look back at her, she’s already running her fingers down my torso, exploring.
"Like what you see?"
She rolls her eyes.
"Oh, please. You're so full of yourself."
"Well," I murmur, leaning down so my lips graze hers, "you are staring."
She laughs, and fuck, I love that sound.
Then her hands slip lower, and whatever witty remark I had dies in my throat as her fingers wrap around my cock.
I groan, head tipping back slightly as she strokes me, slow and teasing, her touch firm but unhurried.
"Fuck," I hiss, my grip tightening on her thigh.
I swear my vision blurs for a second as she keeps going, her thumb swiping over the tip, smearing the wetness already gathered there.
I look down at her, at the way she’s looking at me - like she’s studying every reaction, like she wants to wreck me the way I just did her.
And she is wrecking me.
I brace myself on my forearms, my muscles tense, jaw locked. I have to fight the urge to squeeze my eyes shut and just give in to the way she’s making me feel.
But I can’t. I need to watch her.
I need to see every fucking second of this.
"Dio, Daphne," I rasp, my voice barely above a growl. "You're going to fucking kill me."
She smirks. Actually smirks at me.
I let her have her fun, let her think she has the upper hand -
Until I don’t.
I can’t take it anymore, and I groan and grip her wrist, stilling her movements before I lose my fucking mind.
Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and questioning.
"Not like this," I say, my voice rough. "I need to be inside you."
She nods, her fingers loosening around me.
"Okay?" I ask, my voice lower now.
"Perfect," she whispers.
That’s all I need.
I line myself up at her entrance before pushing forwards slowly, carefully.
And fuck - the feeling of her stretching around me is enough to make me want to explode right then and there.
I still, my forehead pressing against hers, breathing hard.
I don’t move. Not yet.
I need to let her adjust, to let her feel me - need to revel in this moment before I lose myself completely.
But then she shifts her hips, and my eyes near enough roll back into my head as she takes me even deeper.
"Matteo, please,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “Move.”
I happily oblige.
My first thrust is slow and deliberate, and we moan in unison at the sensation.
Her fingers lace with mine above her head, and I press them into the mattress, holding her there, keeping her right where I want her -
And keeping my eyes locked on hers.
She doesn't look away, and neither do I.
My rhythm is steady at first, deep and unhurried, every movement intentional, every slow drag of my hips saying things I don’t know how to put into words yet.
I don’t rush. I savour. I want her to feel every inch of me, want her to know that I’m not just taking her, I’m claiming her.
And not just her body. All of her.
Because this isn’t just sex. It’s something much bigger.
And I know she feels it too.
I see it in the way her breath shudders between parted lips, the way her thighs tremble as they tighten around me, the way her body yields to mine completely. Trusting. Open.
Mine.
I feel it in the way she grips my hands like she needs me to ground her, like she needs me to hold her here in this moment, to anchor her to me so she doesn’t lose herself completely in the pleasure building between us.
"I’ve got you, Daphne," I murmur, my voice hoarse with emotion.
Her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting and her body arching into me as I roll my hips just right, dragging a soft, broken moan from deep within her throat.
I kiss her.
It’s slow and deep, my tongue sweeping against hers, matching the steady, unrelenting pace of my thrusts.