Ruthless Monarch - A Billionaire Enemies-to-Lovers Romance - Ava Harrison Page 0,67
each pass of his tongue. The feeling is heaven.
I have died and gone to heaven.
My eyes flutter closed. Tingles run down my spine, and I know I’m about to fall over the edge. My muscles tighten and tremble. But just then, as I’m about to come undone, I feel him pull away, leaving me hot and extremely bothered.
“Only with me inside you. Now that I’ve felt you come, nothing else will do.”
He lifts his body to a standing position.
The water is still raining down on us.
He turns me around and then bends me at the hip.
“Hold onto the bench.”
I do as he says and hold on to the marble bench in the shower. His body is pressed behind me, but I’m too short, so I lift onto my tiptoes so he can position himself perfectly between my legs.
I feel the head teasing me.
With a slow and steady thrust of his hips, he’s inside me. Fully seated to the hilt.
He braces me at the hip and tilts my back farther down. At this angle, he can fuck me deeper. And boy does he ever, slamming into me again and entering me fully, reaching deeper than I thought possible.
His strokes grow harder, more desperate, and with each new thrust of his hips, his pace quickens. He’s fucking me at a punishing speed.
Over and over again.
With a long and almost painful shiver, I fall over the edge.
Matteo gives me one, two, three more thrusts, and on the last, he pours himself into me.
“You’re amazing,” he grits out as he pulls himself out of me. Then he helps me to a standing position.
Once I’m standing, he lets go of me. The room is spinning. The blood must have rushed to my head in the position I was in, and I must wobble because he lets his hands hold me up again.
“You okay?” His voice is laced with concern.
“I’m good. The heat must have gotten to me.”
“Here, let me wash you.”
It’s such a sweet gesture. He grabs the shampoo and lathers it in his hand before putting it on my scalp. It feels amazing as he works it into the threads, and when he’s done, he rinses my hair and goes about washing my body. He’s careful with me, not something I would have assumed, but he is. He takes care of me.
Not many people in my life have done that for me. There certainly haven't been any men. I find if I’m not careful, Matteo Amante, my husband, is exactly the kind of man I could fall for.
Hell, the more I get to know him, and the more time I spend with him, the more I see and the more I realize I think I might have already fallen for him.
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Matteo
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I fucked my wife twice, and now that I’ve had a taste, I fear I’ll never get enough.
Fuck kryptonite, the woman is pure crack, the kind I’d like to get my hands on and distribute to achieve world domination.
Even now that we just finished round two in the shower, seeing her bundled up in my robe has my dick springing to action.
Down, boy.
It’s not like she’s going anywhere.
Not anymore, at least.
The moment she confessed to me was like a light switch was turned on.
This whole time I’ve been fighting back my attraction for her. Yes, of course, I wanted to have sex with her, but I wasn’t allowing myself to think about it. It was mainly a way to get her to fall into my plans. It was almost like I thought of sex with her in a clinical way, but then she told me everything.
Now that I know, everything will change.
All the plans will change.
I can’t be using her.
Tomorrow, I’ll need to speak to my men. We’ll need to brainstorm what this means. Tonight, I do no such thing. Tonight, I’m going to lie next to this woman and probably continue to have my way with her.
She seems to be as insatiable as I am. Innocent but insatiable.
Which, in my opinion, is the perfect combination.
“Come on, let's go to bed.”
“You . . .” she trails off, and she has this cute little face. I lift my brow and wait for her to continue, although I know what she’s going to say. She’s like an open book, which is surprising that I didn’t realize she would tell me about her father, but maybe she changed her mind, and that’s why. She made it sound like it was more than that, but I’m