The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 239: Scars

Chapter 239: Scars

"Oh, Stella, I’m a selfish man, and once I get a taste I will always want more," his words stirred a cloud of doubt that threatened to ruin the moment. But his hand came to the rescue, wading off any invading thoughts as it slid over her hip, stirring her need aflame once again.

"Are you sure about this?"

She rose her hand to his shoulders as she replied, "Yes."

As soon as the words left her mouth, he cupped her face and pulled her toward him, crushing his lips against hers in a fierce dance that intensified the heat they ignited.

His breath was edgy with impatience as one hand remained cupping her face, and the other trailed down impatiently, testing the ridges and curves of her body. Her breath came in short gasps that intensified his need, causing his cock to throb impatiently.

"My God, you’re so intoxicating," he whispered against her lips.

His hands rested on her bum, testing the fullness of the delicate cheeks and pulling apart teasingly. She moaned a helpless sound, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him further into her.

"How on earth did I miss this?" He growled, nudging her against a wall and trailing his hands over her hips, to the peaks of her breasts. Her mewling sounds stoked the already blazing furnace of pleasure and lust that was already in him and he could not help taking her lips once again.

He squeezed and kneaded the sensitive skin, eliciting more cries from her, causing her to writhe helplessly under his touch. Her nipples became hardened, making themselves known through the fabric of her shirt.

"Your body’s so sensitive, it makes me want to do dirty things to you," His thumb played over one hardened bud, twisting and tugging in skilled motions that made her core drench with arousal.

"Don’t say things like tha –" He silenced her with the wet depth of his mouth closing over one bud of her nipple. She let out a wail, closing her hand over her mouth to caution herself from calling attention while his tortuous mouth pulled against her sensitive skin.

Suddenly, he pulled away, backing against the terrace with his eyes fixed on her disheveled state. She was hoisted against the wall, her hair a tangled mess falling over her shoulder and her face. The hem of her shirt was slightly tugged upward, revealing the dark area of her sex, and her arms pressed against the soft mounds of her breasts.

"Shit... you look so good in my shirt, such a shame I have to take it off." He whispered breathlessly, his voice conveying appreciation for the state that she was in. She looked like a nymph in heat, beckoning him to indulge himself in her with nothing but her body.

"I can always wear it for you," She mumbled shyly, turning her gaze away so that he would not see the blush that crept toward her cheek. The statement tugged ardently at his chest, causing him to close the distance between them once again.

"I will love that, sweetheart," He whispered in her ear and placed a lingering kiss on her nape. His hands closed over her waist, sliding over her hip and taking hold of the hem of the shirt. With slow movements, he pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her on nothing but her panties.

The figure that graced his eyes was like none he’d ever expected, he gave a low moan against his will as the evidence of his need throbbed painfully at the sight of her.

Her natural tan skin was a perfect blend that emphasized her features perfectly. Her calves were perfectly shaped, tracing a delicate line toward the full curves of her hips, and the evident dips of her waist, her breasts were like two rounded peaks, boasting fairly dark brown nipples that were still hardened from the treatments of his reckless tongue.

"If I had known what’s underneath the shirt, I would’ve taken it off sooner, fuck," the sounds of his groans made his agony clear. In spite of the timidity she felt, his comment on seeing her features caused her to ease slightly.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look amazing," he added, trailing his hand on her chest just above the swell that formed her breast. Her eyelids became heavy as his touches roused a feverish will to submit surging inside her. He grazed his finger over her nipple, and to her abdomen, reaching lower until he came in contact with her pant line.

"Turn around," The command was sudden and direct, causing her to open her eyes and look at him. His eyes still held that dark intensity that made her heart race, but telling her to turn was not something that she had expected, neither was it something that she was capable of doing.

A sudden urge to flee coursed through her, forcing her to turn her gaze downward and resume her fidgeting, this time, with her fingers grazing against each other.

"I can’t," she whispered timidly.

His patience was waning thin, but he had sensed her hesitation and decided to remain still, forcing his body to submit to the change of the atmosphere.

"Why?" He asked, letting his hands fall from her body.

"I’ve got some ugly scars, I think it’s better if you don’t see them. I don’t wanna spoil the mood."

He had sensed it from the beginning, her hesitant movements, her sudden jolts, and these are just out of many others. He did not want to think about it, attesting her responses to the fact that she was under some type of pressure –

"But scars are beautiful love, I got plenty too. I don’t mind, show me," his voice came out soft and filled with passion.

She rose her gaze to meet his, scanning for any form of sincerity. His eyes bore no regrets or looks of irritation, it was just as she expected. Matteo would not want to hurt her feelings since it was the heat of the moment.

Most likely, after the night, he would be disgusted. Anyone who saw her scars told her they were disgusting. Even the one responsible for most of them said so. What difference did it make if it was him?

Oh but it made all the difference.