My inner muscles constrict, and my insides explode into a million pieces, my orgasm hitting me so hard, I scream, something I’ve never done before. My breath comes out in quick pants as waves of endorphins rush through my body. Matteo is the only reason I haven’t given myself a concussion by smacking back down on the hard surface.
He hasn’t let go, kissing and nuzzling the skin around my clit, careful not to touch it.
“Holy shit.” The words fly out of my mouth, and I throw an arm over my eyes.
My heart beats so fast, I’m afraid it might stop altogether from being so overworked.
Matteo chuckles against my skin and gently puts me down on the counter, right in front of him.
Then he lines himself up at my entrance, enters me, and then fucks me.
To my utter disbelief, he makes me come once more before roaring his own release.
We clean up in the shower, something that seems to have become our thing.
He comes over to give my ass a slap while I’m still getting dressed.
“Come to the gym when you’re done, okay?”
I look at him with wide eyes. “Another workout?”
As much as I love it, I can only take so much.
He grins at me and shakes his head. “No, baby, we’re going to play with knives. Afterward, we’re going to pick an engagement ring.”
Chapter19
Gemma
“Stop trying to stab me, baby. Slashing, remember?” Matteo takes a few steps back.
I do the same, lift my hands, and groan. “I know, I know, sorry. I don’t know why it’s such a reflex. It’s not like I’ve done it before.”
“Don’t overthink it. Just remember to slash. Forearm, biceps, triceps, and upper thigh.”
Knife training is my favorite new thing, although it’s annoying the crap out of me when I can’t get it right. We’ve been training for two days now, with Matteo showing me different grips and ways to hold the knife as well as use it. Today, he thought we should try something different where he pretend-attacks me, so I can try to defend myself. Lucky for him, he gave me a rubber knife to practice with.
I take a deep breath and wait. He knows I’m ready and doesn’t hesitate to jump me again. My limbs tingle with anticipation. I shouldn’t find this exciting, but for some reason, I do. The fact I get to do this, and Matteo’s the one doing it with me, is exhilarating.
He didn’t just listen to what I wanted, but he went above and beyond to deliver. To other people, this might mean nothing, since it’s their norm, but to me, it’s everything. For so long, I’ve longed to be heard and not just seen. Now that it’s happened, it feels overwhelming, but in the best possible way.
Matteo easily tackles me to the floor, and I giggle. He’s got his arms wrapped around me and caught our fall by flipping us over and taking the brunt of it.
I put my hands on his chest and look down at him, at his beautiful face. His brown eyes watch me as warmth rushes through my chest.
“Thank you. For everything.”
The space between his eyebrows tenses before it relaxes again. “There’s nothing to thank me for, passerotta. The world is yours, all you have to do is ask for it.”
My life has changed so much because of this man. In a way, he’s truly saved it. Maybe I should mourn my old life, or rather the picture of the life I assumed I’d have. The romanticized version my mom convinced me wouldn’t be so bad. But all I can focus on is this new joy for freedom, a taste of the life I’d written off so long ago. And butterflies, so many butterflies.
“I feel like I don’t need the world as long as I have you.” I stop breathing, unable to believe I just said that out loud.
Matteo grips the back of my neck and pulls me down for a torturing kiss. My heart has no choice but to speed up, while I’m trying to keep up with him. I didn’t know it could be like this, that a simple kiss could make everything around me vanish like it never existed in the first place.
I don’t know how long we kiss, but Matteo suddenly groans. It’s the realization that it’s not a good groan that has me moving back.
My eyes widen when I hear my phone alarm.