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“Fuck, baby, you’re so warm. So fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Funny how he’s worried about causing me pain when he’s the one who looks like he’s in agony.
“You’re not. Just… Oh, my God,” I pant out when I feel him hook his fingers inside me, his thumb drawing perfect circles around my clit. “Oh, my God! Matteo!” I shriek out, the sensation too much for me to bear.
“Come for me. Let me see it,” he says, his breathing just as erratic as my own. “Let me see how beautifully you come on my fingers.”
My body convulses in his arms, my vision blurring, every nerve ending firing at once, completely overwhelming me. I’ve never felt more alive than I do in this moment, which is a total contradiction, because it feels like my soul has left my body. I feel it flying… flying… flying somewhere it can’t be reached.
I’m still reeling when his lips find mine again. His kiss is soft and tender, his earlier hunger replaced with something deeper, calmer. Loving.
I don’t have time to enjoy it since a sudden heaviness settles over my eyelids, my head too weak to hold up. I let my forehead fall against his shoulder, even as my chest still heaves from the whole out-of-body experience.
“That was… perfect,” I murmur, feeling sleep wanting to pull me under.
“Yes,vita mia.It was,” he says, brushing my hair back and placing a tender kiss on my forehead. “You’re exhausted. Let me take you back to bed.”
“Will you stay with me?” I ask, snuggling into his chest.
“Do you want me to?”
“Mm,” I hum, already half asleep.
Matteo doesn’t answer. Instead, his arms slide beneath me as he lifts me with ease, carrying me upstairs like a groom would his bride. His earthy scent wraps around me like something familiar, something safe, and I instinctively curl closer to him. Once he’s laid me in bed, I climb on top of him, seeking his warmth to lull me to sleep.
Tomorrow, I’ll think about the ramifications of what I’ve done.
Tonight, I can finally rest.
Chapter 37
Matteo
Leaning on my elbow, I watch my wife in the quiet hush of morning, as soft light drifts through the window and settles gently across her face.
I still can’t believe that I’m here. In bed… with her.With my Anna. These past three days have been hell without her. Still, I was hurt, and I didn’t want her to see just how much wreckage she caused on my heart.
Then last night she came to me and told me she’d wanted to kiss me. Not my brother. Not because alcohol spurred her on. But because shewantedto. And if what happened afterward is how we settle all our disagreements from now on, then I’m the luckiest bastard to have ever lived.
However, that was last night. In the daylight, she might retreat into herself again, pushing me away. I can’t let that happen.
We took a major step forward last night, one that, in my mind, was long overdue. I can’t go back to how things were before. I can’t go back to her shutting away her feelings for me. Iknow they still exist. I know it deep in my fucking bones that she loves me.
She just needs to remember how good we are together. Remember how our souls spoke to each other.
I don’t care how much she tries to act like that love is dead. I know it still breathes inside of her. I just need to bring it to the surface somehow and make her realize that it was there all along.
She gave her heart to me once, and I refuse to give it back. She can’t hide anymore. I won’t let her. So, I’ve made a plan to guarantee just that.
My heart stutters when she begins to stir beside me, her eyelids fluttering as I brush my fingers through her hair.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes,” she purrs, and damn it if the sound doesn’t awaken something in me.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, and instead of hate or fear, all I see is my future reflected back at me in her baby-blue gaze.
Unable to stop myself, I lower my lips to hers and press a soft kiss there. Every part of me wants to deepen it, but I know I shouldn’t. I have to take things slow with Anna. I can’t push too hard, too fast. Not if I want her to love me again. I need to rebuild trust, and that means patience. Lucky for her, when it comes to my wife, I have a bottomless well of patience.
