Page 83 of Vow of Desire
“I have forgiven you.” I glance back at Matteo and then back to my dad. “Do you want to come in? It might be good for us all to clear the air.”
“I don’t want to bother you two.” He turns to Matteo and holds out his hand. “I am sorry. I never should have tried to kill you. I just want my daughter safe.”
“And she’s safe with me. I vowed to always protect her and I’ll continue to do so.” He shakes my father’s hand. “I know our life is a difficult one. It’s made up of sacrifices. But I will take care of your daughter.”
“Thank you.” My father backs away from us. I can already feel the distance but it’s for the best. “Please just be safe,” he says to me. “Always.”
“Always,” I promise.
With a sad smile, he gets into his car and drives away. The moment he’s gone, I break down into tears. Matteo pulls me into his arms and I rest my head over his heart, right where it belongs.
Matteo undresses my body. In the soft light of the bathroom, he looks even more handsome. More regal. My husband.
I stand before him naked, unafraid this time. No more hiding my body. No more shame. I know there’s nothing wrong withenjoying my time with Matteo. There could never be anything wrong.
My hands are steady as I undress him next. Being with Matteo doesn’t make me afraid anymore. It only makes me excited.
Once we’re both naked, we each take a moment to look at each other. His eyes darken as they wash over my body. My breath hitches as I gaze down at his cock as it hardens before my eyes.
Matteo holds my hand, helping me into the warm bath. I sigh as I sink into the water. He gets behind me, wrapping me in his arms. My head fits perfectly in the crook of his shoulder.
“Feels good?” he asks.
“It’s perfect.”
He travels his hand between my breasts and down my body. I gasp when his fingers part my legs and press against my clit. It doesn’t matter that Matteo and I have been intimate before. Every time he touches me feels like the first time again.
I part my legs wider and let him pleasure me. His fingers are like magic as they work over my pussy. I can think of the word without blushing now. I know it’s no longer shameful to enjoy this time with my husband. It’s one thing in our lives that is pure in a way.
He inserts his finger inside of me, making me moan softly. “I’m going to hear you scream my name tonight. Now that we’re both feeling better, nothing is going to stop me from taking you.”
“Yes,” I sigh, dropping my head back and fluttering my eyes closed. “Yes!”
His finger thrusts in and out of me. My inner walls clamp down on him every time. I need this – more than I realized I needed it. Being with Matteo feels like being whole. Fully complete. Nothing could make me happier.
While his finger moves in and out of me, his thumb flicks my clit. My hips jerk into his hand.
“Tell me how much you like this,” he says against my ear.
“I love it,” I moan, unafraid to make a lot of sound now. No more being shy. No more being polite for polite sake. I want to fully let go with Matteo tonight and nothing is going to stop me.
“I knew you would. You love it when I fill your pussy right up. Fuck, Luciana. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”
“I hope not. I don’t want you to die.” Not anymore. The thought of Matteo dying now fills my heart with so much pain that I can’t even stand to think on it a moment longer.
I love this man now and nothing can change that.
His finger presses right down onto my clit. My moan echoes through the bathroom.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Scream for me, Luciana. God, I need to hear it.”
“Matteo!” I let my voice go. Fully go for the first time in my life. It’s perfection.
The next time his finger flicks my clit, I find my orgasm. It washes over my body in perfect waves of pleasure. Matteo presses kisses to my neck. They’re soft and gentle but no less passionate.
I can feel his hardness underneath me. Ready for me like I’m ready for him.
Matteo picks me up into his arms and caries me into the bedroom. Neither one of us cares that we’re soaking wet. We can change the sheets later.
