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Matteo suddenly stopped, pulling back as a realization hit him. He hadn't asked the most important

between question of all. "Do you want me too, ma douce?" he asked, his ragged breath filling the space them.

Emily scanned his face, searching for something, her heart pounding. She felt something she had never felt before. When she was with Tomas, she was young and naive, mistaking kind words and good looks for love. But after everything she had sacrificed and the hard lessons life had taught her, she finally understood what real love meant. To her dismay, no man had ever truly cared what she wanted. Until now. Matteo, this man in front of her, was willing to wait until she said yes. That realization sent a wave of longing through her-she wanted to confess how badly and desperately she desired him, but something held her back.

Instead, she did the only thing she could to show him what she truly wanted.

Her arms around his neck pulled him closer as she pressed her lips to his in an urgent, desperate kiss.

Matteo groaned, his control snapping as he pushed past her soft lips, his tongue meeting hers in a fierce, hungry dance. Her moan of acceptance and the way her fingers clutched his shirt were all the confirmation he needed.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

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her, filling his hands with her soft, round ass, pulling her flush against his throbbing shaft as he ground her against him, kissing her deeply. Emily's legs widened around him with a throaty groan, her hips rolling in rhythm with his. The heat between them was so intense, Matteo was sure if he didn't get inside her in the next thirty seconds, he might explode.

Tearing his mouth from hers, they both panted heavily "Bedroom?" he asked, his voice hoarse, though he wouldn't have minded continuing right there in the hall. But he wanted their first time to be special for Emily, something unforgettable. He was determined to make it a moment she'd carry with her forever, a memory that would linger each time they were together.

"Yes," she breathed out, nodding.

Matteo captured her lips again, taking a few quick strides to the bedroom. He kicked the door open, never breaking their kiss, and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. His fingers curled around the hem of her tank top, slowly pulling it up. He paused, looking into her eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked one last time, his voice low and strained. "No," she gasped, still catching her breath.

"Do you want me inside you?" he growled, his voice low and thick with desire. God, even his dirty mouth was turning her on more than she could have imagined, pushing her closer to the edge of madness. "Now. Please," she cried, her voice drenched in need.

That was all he needed. Matteo didn't even bother to pull her tank top off-he tore it apart in two pieces, revealing her full, bare breasts. The sight alone nearly broke him. His hands moved with urgency, yanking down her pajama shorts. Only her thong remained between him and what he desperately wanted. Without a second thought, he hooked his fingers into it and ripped it off, making Emily gasp as his raw, wild need scared her for a moment.

Matteo was spellbound by the beautiful angel lying before him, completely giving herself to him. Her generous curves and the shadows they cast drew his gaze, leaving him in awe. He couldn't help but admire her his breath quickening as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and swiftly worked his zipper down

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The second his cock sprang free, he gripped himself, aligning the aching tip with her slick, inviting heat.

God, is this really happening? A day before he was plotting to get her to the bed. Now, she was his ultimate fantasy come to life.

"Last chance, ma vie," Matteo growled, his voice thick with raw passion. "Once I fuck you, there's no turning back. You'll be mine-only mine. I'm very possessive, and you'll learn that soon enough." His words dripped with both a warning and a promise, his teeth gritting as he fought to control the beast inside him, desperate to bury his steely cock in her. The intensity in his eyes made it clear-he was barely holding back.

Oh sweet Jesus, Emily thought, feeling her resolve crumble even more. His dirty talk, paired with those sweet French endearments, was pushing her over the edge. She was sold-body, heart, and soul. She was ready to agree to anything he said, but most of all, she just needed him inside her. Now.

Emily wrapped her thighs around him, her body desperate for more as she pressed kisses up his neck. "Hurry," she breathed, her voice laced with impatience.