Page 84 of Vow of Desire

The moment Matteo sets me down on the bed, I grab his arms and pull him flush against me. The last thing I want is any space between us.

He parts my legs and settles himself between them. Our eyes lock and we hold our breath… right before he thrusts into me. We moan together. The sound is like two birds who have found their soulmate. I never knew mine would be a scary mafia man but stranger things have happened in life.

Matteo thrusts into me with a frantic energy I need. We couldn’t have sex for weeks while our bodies fully healed but now that we’re better, there is nothing holding us back.

I wrap my legs tighter around him. Nothing could tear us apart. Nothing can get between us, not even a piece of paper.

I gasp and moan and cry out my pleasure as he takes me. Matteo’s groans set my body on fire.

“You needed this?” he asks, fucking me harder. It’s love making and fucking. It can be both and I don’t have to be ashamed of that any longer.

“Yes,” I gasp out. My hands clutch his back. “Yes!”

“Tell me how much. How much?”

“I needed it so much. I need it every day.”

“Good. Because I plan on taking you every day. There won’t be a minute that goes by that I don’t claim you, Luciana.”

In one smooth motion, he rolls onto his back and I’m astride him. Unlike last time, I don’t hesitate to grind myself down onto his cock. I need this as much as he does. The sensation of his cock filling me up in this position is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s full and deep and passionate.

It’s perfection.

My hands rest on his muscular chest as I rock myself back and forth on him. Matteo grips my hips. His thrusts are still powerful, even with me on top.

“Oh,” I moan, dropping my head back. “Matteo!”

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Let me hear it.”

“Matteo!”

He pulls me flush against his cock and that does the trick. My second orgasm of the night runs through me, causing me to tremble and shudder.

With a groan, Matteo fills me up with his own release. I slump onto his chest, breathing heavy. My body is sweaty and I don’tcare. This moment isn’t about being perfect on the outside. It’s about doing what’s right and this only feels right.

He slips out of me and rolls me onto my side. “My cock is already hard for you again.”

“Yes,” I sigh.

He brings my leg around his hip and thrusts back into me. In this new position, he keeps his thrusts gentle but impactful.

I arch into him, trying to get closer. I don’t think I’ll ever feel close enough. I need more and more and more.

“Matteo,” I whimper. My inner walls clamp down on his length. His groan tells me he loves it just as much as I do.

“Luciana,” he sighs against my hair. His lips find my neck as he thrusts into me. Each one is powerful. I rock my own hips back and forth against him while he does the same.

“Please,” I moan.

“I know what you need. You need another release, don’t you? Tell me? Scream it for me.”

I open my lips and let out all the emotion I have building up inside of me. “Yes!” I moan loudly. There’s no one else here to care or judge what we do. Like Aurora told me, this moment is just between me and my husband. It’s only for us.

“Fuck,” he groans, grinding his hips against mine. I can feel his muscular body all along the backline of mine. This scary, intimidating, sexy man is my husband and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Not when he’s shown how much he loves me. The lengths he’s gone to save me. No one else has ever done that.

I can choose to be happy with my husband and that’s exactly what I’m doing.

Our bodies move together faster and faster and faster until neither one of us can take it anymore.