Page 185 of Vicious Intentions
“Oh, my God!” I shout out when I feel his deft fingers add pressure to my clit, his cock pounding me without restraint.
“That’s it, wife. Milk me dry. Use that pretty pussy to swallow me whole,” he says, his voice dropping an octave.
“Matteo,” I pant, holding onto him for dear life as he thrusts deep inside of me. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
He shoves his hand into my short hair, angling my face in a way that I have no choice but to look him in the eye.
“I love you so much,” he says in pain. “You are my light, Anna. You are the beauty I see in the world.” My core constrictsat his words, my body convulsing around him. “Oh, fuck, baby. Come with me,” he curses, pounding into me while my soul takes flight. And just as it’s reaching the heavens, fireworks light up the sky as if celebrating this glorious moment with us.
My smile is stretched wide when I pull my gaze from the colorful fireworks and onto my husband’s face. He brushes the wet strands off my face, cupping it in his hands and pressing his temple to mine.
“You are my beauty, Anna. My reason for being. I love you.”
With a sweet kiss, he vows to love me for all eternity. And though I don’t say it back, a part of my soul whispers in his ear that it will always belong to him. That I am forever his.
Even if it dooms us all.
Chapter 41
Matteo
Anna sits on the kitchen island, swinging her bare legs as she watches me make breakfast.
“Do we really have to go back today?” she asks, a frown tugging at her lips. “Can’t we stay a little longer?”
If I could, I would stay here for the rest of my life. But reality is calling us back, and I’ve already delayed it long enough.
“We spent the whole weekend in bed, sweetheart. There are plenty of beds back home, too.”
“No lies, husband,” she grumbles. “You know as well as I do that once we return to the city, you won’t have time for me.”
“Hey,” I say, grabbing her chin and pulling her to me. “I will always have time for you. No one is more important than you,vita mia. No one.” Her cheeks pink before she leans in to steal a kiss.
Since that night on the beach where we first made love, Anna’s been taking more initiative. Kissing me when she wants, how she wants. And I, for one, am more than happy to let her take advantage of me in any way she pleases.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she threatens, drawing a smile to my lips. Her gaze lingers on my mouth as she traces her fingers over my bottom lip. “I like it when you smile. It makes you look softer.”
“Only for you, wife. All my smiles are yours,” I say, giving her lips another passionate kiss.
My cock hardens at the little moans Anna makes, and when her tongue sweeps the bottom of my lip, it’s hard as steel. I pull away from our kiss, her eyes already heady with desire. It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck my wife every which way till Sunday. She’s always needy for more. Fuck.
Now I’m the one who isn’t looking forward to saying goodbye to this place. I like seeing my Anna like this. Free from all her burdens, with only sex on the brain.
It’s not only that. Here she can roam, walk on the beach, go into town, feel the sun on her face. That won’t be a possibility when we go back to Manhattan. She’ll have to be holed up in our apartment again, with only my mother to keep her company. Is this really the life I want to give her? Doesn’t my Anna deserve more?
“Your eggs are burning, husband,” she taunts, wiggling her brows, far too pleased with herself.
“I wonder who’s to blame for that,” I force a chuckle, turning off the stove and pushing the pan aside so I can grab my wife by the waist. “You distracted me.”
“Did I?” she mocks with a feigned innocence that isn’t fooling anyone.
“I know what you’re doing,” I say when she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Me? I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes, you are. You’re distracting me so that we don’t leave on time.” She shrugs unapologetically.
“And what if I am? What’s really waiting for us back home anyway?”
