“God, Grace…” Matteo reached out to grasp her shoulders as his knees threated to buckle. “You need to stop. You should stop. Don’t fucking stop!” The words came garbled out of his mouth as he watched Grace’s head bobbing up and down. She took his cock to the back of her throat before lifting up and doing it again. His balls were cradled and rolled in the palm of her other hand. “Grace, I can’t hold…” he warned when the dual arousal became too much. “I’m going to—fuckkkk!” he cried out as the heat of his cum shot down his cock and down the back of Grace’s throat and was instantly swallowed down in pulse after pulse of sweet, never-ending pleasure.
Grace finally released him, licking his cum from her lips as she looked up at him with teasing eyes. “Now will you lie down on the bed?”
Matteo chuckled as he bent down and placed his arms under hers so he could lift her to her feet before claiming her lips with own. His cock gave a twitch of renewed arousal when he plunged his tongue in her mouth and tasted himself there.
He swung Grace up into his arms. “We’re both going to lie on the bed.” He laid her carefully down on top of the bedcovers. “After which, I am going to kiss and explore every inch of your body.”
She tilted her head. “Are you actually going to make love to me at some point?”
“Oh yes,” he promised as he knelt on the bed between her parted legs. “But the beauty of you needs to be appreciated first.” His hands and lips caressed her shoulders, her breasts, the slenderness of her waist, the curve of her hips, and the shadowed dip between her thighs. “Your taste is pure nectar.” Matteo greedily lapped up the juices between her thighs.
Grace cried out, quivering and trembling as Matteo took her to one climax after another, until her channel ached to be filled. “Please, Matteo,” she encouraged shakily. “I need you inside me. I need you,” she choked.
She latched greedily onto his kiss once he had slid up the length of her body, her thighs moving restlessly against his as the heavy length of his aroused cock teased and tempted against her pussy lips.
“Now, Matteo,” she groaned. “Please!”
Matteo sat back on his haunches to rip open one of the condom packets before discarding it and rolling the protection down his length. Part of him wished he didn’t need it, that he could impregnate Grace and watch her grow big with his child. Just the thought of that was enough to make his heart pound and his hands shake.
He held her gaze with his as he positioned the head of his cock against her wet entrance, entering her slowly, pushing into that velvet heat half an inch at a time until he was seated to the hilt. “Okay?” he checked gruffly.
Her legs encircled his waist. “Perfect,” she breathed huskily.
Matteo began to move, his thrusts shallow so as to allow Grace to adjust to his size. She eagerly met each of those thrusts, her heat gliding up and down his length, squeezing and contracting, until Matteo couldn’t restrain himself any longer and pistoned his hips harder and faster.
“I’m coming,” he cried out minutes later. “Come with me. Now!” he pressed urgently, dangerously poised on the edge of his release.
“Matteo…!” Grace’s release was so intense and prolonged, she clung to Matteo to stop herself from completely floating away, the heat of his cum pulsing into and filling the condom inside her.
She was barely conscious of Matteo pulling out before removing and tying off the condom. She could see him as a shadow as he went into the bathroom opposite her bedroom before coming back with a cloth to gently clean and soothe the heat between her thighs.
Afterward, he climbed into bed and switched off the light before gently pulling her into his arms so that her head rested on his shoulder.
Grace was overcome with a feeling of peace and belonging she’d never felt before.
They woke to make love twice more during the night, the last time so intense, it bordered on desperation.
To Grace, it was as if they were both aware the hours were ticking down until morning, when they had to part.
She lay awake once Matteo had dozed off again, careful not to move as he lay with his head resting against her breast, his tousled hair soft as silk against her skin. His arm was across her waist, one of his long legs draped over both of hers. As if, even in sleep, he knew he didn’t want to let her go.
After their hours of lovemaking, Grace now hated the idea of that too.
But what else could she do?
Matteo belonged front and center to a world she didn’t want to be a part of. A harsh and remorseless world where people could die or were killed for what they had or hadn’t done.
A sob caught in her throat at the very idea of never seeing Matteo again.
Because, against every caution she had given herself, she knew she had been reckless enough to fall in love with him.
She was stupid in love with Matteo Zalotti, head of the London Mafia empire.
Chapter Twelve
“Do you want coffee before you go?”
Matteo stared at Grace as she stood across the kitchen. She had her back toward him but was obviously aware of him standing in the kitchen area behind her.
He had woken alone in Grace’s bed, which hadn’t pleased him in the slightest. He would have liked the two of them to linger in bed together, to make love again, to talk, to maybe see if there wasn’t a way they could somehow—
That’s where his thinking had stopped. He was expected to announce his engagement to Natalia Brunelli this weekend, and Grace didn’t deserve—even if she would agree to it—to be cast
