Adriana

The elevator ride felt endless, every second stretched tight with the weight of his stare.

Matteo hadn’t said a word, hadn’t needed to. His eyes pinned me harder than any hand could, the sharp blue of them roaming over me like he already owned every inch.

My chest rose too fast, breath catching, and the closer his fingers circled up my thigh, the hotter my skin burned. The lace beneath my skirt was ruined, soaked through, and he hadn’t even really touched me yet.

By the time the doors slid open to the penthouse, I could barely walk. My legs shook so badly that I leaned into him, his arm clamped firm around my waist.

The guards outside didn’t dare look at me, though I could feel their awareness, the silent recognition of how undone I was.

Inside, the moment the door shut, there was no pause, no reprieve. Matteo spun me, pressing me hard against the wood, the impact jolting through me. His mouth crashed onto mine, all teeth and fire, stealing my breath, my protest, my sanity. His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, the kind that swallowed me whole.

I clawed at his jacket, desperate to feel him, to strip away the distance between us. But before I could peel it off, his hands shot up, catching my wrists. He pinned them high above my head, his grip unyielding, and the heat that shot through me was as sharp as it was shameful. I moaned into his mouth, my body arching into his restraint, my need betraying me.

He bit my bottom lip, hard enough to sting, then dragged his mouth down my neck. The wet heat of his tongue, followed by the sharp pull of his lips, left marks I knew I’d wear tomorrow like evidence. My head fell back, baring more for him, giving him everything.

His breath was hot against my skin when he growled, low and dangerous, “You remember what I told you in the car?”

My whole body shivered. I nodded, frantic, words caught somewhere between my throat and my lungs. My lips parted, but only a shaky breath escaped. His hunger was overwhelming, and yet, I wanted nothing else.

His grip on my wrists loosened, but only so he could scoop me up without warning. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my skirt riding high, and I gasped as his hands gripped me tight, his strength effortless.

It shouldn’t have been possible after everything he’d been through, after weeks lying broken in a hospital bed, but Matteo carried me like I weighed nothing.

He didn’t stop kissing me as he moved, his mouth devouring mine, stealing every sound I tried to make.

My back bumped against the walls and the edges of furniture, but none of it mattered. I was nothing but heat and need in his arms. When he kicked open the bedroom door, my heart slammed so hard it hurt.

Matteo grabbed the fabric at my hips, bunched it in his fists, and tore it clean off me with a vicious tug. The sound of it ripping made my pulse jump, and then it was gone, tossed to the floor like it had never mattered.

His gaze slid over me, greedy and possessive, like he was measuring every inch of bare skin he’d been starving for.

“Better,” he muttered, eyes dark as sin. “I want to see all of you.”

Before I could catch my breath, his hands were on my thighs, prying them apart until I was spread wide, wet and trembling under his stare.

The heat in his eyes nearly broke me. He licked his lips, slow, like a man savouring a meal he was about to devour.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Matteo rasped, his voice guttural. “And I’m not stopping until I taste every drop.”

Then his mouth was on me.

The first lash of his tongue against my clit was obscene, hot, wet, and demanding. I cried out, my back arching, but he gripped my thighs tight, pinning me down, forcing me to take everything he gave. He sucked hard, his tongue circling, flicking, pressing until my hips bucked against his face.

“Matteo, Please!” My voice broke, but he only groaned into me, the sound vibrating through my core, giving me goose bumps.

He ate me like a starving man, his tongue plunging deep, then dragging up to circle my swollen clit again. He moaned like my taste was his salvation with his lips slick and his face wet with my juices.

He didn’t just lick, he devoured, sloppy and greedy, his tongue sliding everywhere, spreading my arousal messily across my thighs before diving back in.

I was shaking, grabbing at his hair, pulling, but he didn’t care. He smacked my thighs when I tried to close them, spreading me even wider, his mouth unrelenting.

“Stay open for me,” he growled between licks, his voice muffled against my pussy. “I want you dripping down my throat.”

The filth of his words made me clench around his tongue, made me wetter, needier.

He fucked me with his tongue, pushing inside me, curling, then pulling out to suck my clit so hard my vision blurred. My cries echoed off the walls, raw and shameless.

I felt it snap, the coil deep inside me breaking with violent force. Pleasure ripped through me, my body spasming, and I screamed his name, flooding his mouth.

Matteo groaned like he’d won, swallowing everything, licking me clean with long, greedy strokes until I was whimpering, shaking, begging him to stop. But he didn’t stop.

He licked harder, deeper, messier, chasing more, making me ride his face until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth was soaked, his chin shining with my cum. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then licked it slow and wicked, his eyes locked on mine.

He murmured, his smirk dark and triumphant. “I’m still hungry, princess”

“Come here,” Matteo rasped, still wet from me, his eyes heavy with hunger. He leaned back against the pillows, his lips glistening and his chest rising thick and steady. His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “Sit on my face.”

My heart stopped. “Matteo…” The word came out broken, half protest, half plea. My thighs trembled, heat rushing through me, but shame curled around the edges of it. “I—I can’t—”

He smirked, sharp and wicked. “You can. And you will.” His hand curled around my wrist, pulling me toward him with a strength that brooked no argument. “I want you above me. I want you to suffocate me with that sweet pussy until I forget I almost fucking died Adriana.”

My breath hitched, my body torn between fear and need. “I don’t know how—”

“I’ll guide you,” he cut in, his voice iron. His hands slid to my hips, slow and steady, grounding me. “All you have to do is sit and let me feast. The rest will happen on its own.” His stare burned through me. “Do you trust me?”

My throat was dry, but I nodded.

“Good girl.”

He tugged me higher, until my knees framed his head. I hovered, trembling, my core aching, the slick heat of me dangling just above his waiting mouth. My cheeks burned, shame twisting tight, but then he growled deeply and pulled me down.

The second I settled, his tongue was everywhere. Hot, wet, pushing up into me so suddenly, I cried out, my hands flying to the headboard for balance. He groaned like a man dying of thirst, drinking me in, his lips sealing around my clit and sucking until I screamed.

“Matteo!”

My voice cracked, high and raw, but he only dug deeper. His tongue lunged inside me, harder, rougher, stabbing against the spot no one had ever touched before. It sent shocks straight through my spine, my body jerking, my thighs clenching around his head.

“Matteo—oh God—”

I tried to pull back, tried to lift off his face, but his grip was iron. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me down, forcing me to ride the rhythm of his tongue.

“Stay,” he groaned into me, the vibration making me shake. “Ride me, Adriana. Give me everything.”