The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 278: Communication

Chapter 278: Communication

"Did you come here looking like that?" She asked cautiously, her words wavering out of the fear of knowing. It seemed he knew exactly what he was talking about, because he laughed and walked up to her, leaving about a few feet of space between them while he gave his reply. "No, darling, I came with a coat, I left it in my car." He rose his hand to her face and tucked one stray lock of her hair behind her ear, and then he placed his palm on her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her vision faltering slightly as her eyelids flickered close at his contact.

"I didn’t know you were capable of such bloodcurdling threats," He whispered playfully, her eyes flung open as she registered his words. "My daring amazon," he continued, his thumb caressing her bottom lip, leaving tiny darts of longing on the sensitive skin.

"I was merely trying to get rid of him. He came to me against his own will."

"I know, that’s how Remo can be." He replied calmly. His soothing voice caused her to look up at him, studying his expression for any sign of anything. There was nothing except sincerity.

"How are you so sure?" She asked timidly, her eyes darting from side to side as she struggled to make sense of his words.

"Mm," he moaned, raising his eyes to the ceiling and wrapping his arms around her. "Let’s just say, I got a life changing speech to take back what’s mine—or in our case, who’s mine." He concluded the words, looking into her eyes, and placing his forehead against hers.

A life changing speech?! What does that mean? She mused, closing her eyes and welcoming his embrace. However, just as she was about to succumb to his gradually intensifying touches, she pushed against his chest, breaking them apart with as much strength as she could muster in her arms. She turned away from him, heading right for the fridge and turning to face him once again.

"What can I get you? I’m afraid I don’t have whiskey. But I do have wine, I don’t even know why I bought them in the first place." She mumbled almost to her hearing alone. However, to her relief, he did hear what she had said.

Instead of a reply, Matteo walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her once again, this time, in a bear hug that made her melt into him. "I’m sorry, Stella." He whispered over her shoulder, squeezing her tenderly as he spoke the words.

"F—for what?" She stammered, unable to process the fact that he was apologizing to her. Most definitely for the scene she beheld last night.

"What you had to see when you came into my office." A piercing feeling coursed through her chest when he mentioned it. For some reason, she did not want the words coming out of his mouth anymore. But there was nothing she could do.

"It’s okay. You were just being you." She replied coolly. He wrenched his arms from her body, planting them firmly on her shoulders, he pushed backward, hoping to see her expression. And he did, it was one of resignation, as if there was no more hope of them being more than just sex partners. In spite of his unreadiness, he did not seem to like it. That much, he understood about himself.

"Stella," he began, counting breaths as he processed the next words that he would speak to convince her. "That person, that you saw, was my ex." When he spoke the words, a knowing expression took residence on her face, lifting the weight in his chest.

Her mind had not gone to that possibility, how could she not have known? Like she noticed, there was some sort of past chemistry, and although it was not so clear, it almost seemed like his ex-girlfriend had been the one pushing herself to him. However, there was every possibility that something happened between them.

"Nothing happened between us." He continued almost immediately after the question had taken root in her mind, as if he had been reading her thoughts the entire time. "I know, it may be hard for you to believe. But I did not want that to happen. She came at me, and a bit of my past self allowed her to lead me thus far until the moment that you walked in on us."

"And after I left?" She asked.

"After you left, I pushed her off me and drove her out of my office." He replied anxiously, his heart slamming wildly against his chest.

For some time, they remained apart, each scanning the expression of the other and wondering what was going on in each of their mind. After what felt like hours, he broke the silence, walking up to her and cupping her face with both hands.

"If it’s difficult for you to believe, let me prove it to you, Stella. Please, give me a chance," he whispered against her lips, his words laced with longing. He pressed a tender kiss upon her temple, then upon her nose. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes and embraced him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"How can I ever let you go when you respond so willingly to my touch?" he moaned, his hands trailing from her face, down her shoulder, gently pushing aside the strap of her sleeveless sleeping gown. She lifted her shoulder, allowing the fabric to fall away, revealing her bare skin.

"Look at you, already yearning and ready for me. Do you think I’d simply walk away?" he questioned, his voice husky with desire. His palm closed over her mound, exerting a gentle pressure that paled in comparison to the intense ache that pulsed within her already drenched depths.

"But... is it only my body?" she whispered, her hands weaving through his hair, pulling him closer in a hunger-fuelled embrace. Matteo locked his gaze with hers, his eyes filled with sincerity as he replied, "If there’s something more, then I wholeheartedly want it. Anything from you is cherished beyond measure."

She longed to understand his thoughts on the matter of giving his heart, but the timing wasn’t right to broach such a topic. Instead, she surrendered herself to the sensations, savoring every touch he bestowed upon her while she still could.

He poised his lips delicately over the tender bud of her nipple, his tongue eagerly grazing its surface. With fervent hunger, he applied pressure, enveloping her skin in his mouth and suckling with wild abandon. In response, she arched her back, pressing his head towards her supple flesh and raising her shoulder, allowing the fabric to effortlessly slip from her body.

Fully exposed, her nakedness overwhelmed him, pushing him to his limits. He wrapped an arm around her, his fingers fumbling with his buckle in a frenzy, while his mouth claimed her other nipple, evoking a deep moan from the depths of her being.

"Come here," he growled, his voice husky against her glistening skin. Lifting her effortlessly off her feet, he carried her towards the awaiting bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged deep inside her, his body momentarily motionless as he committed to memory the exquisite way her inner walls milked every last drop of his precum.

"You’re drawing me in so intensely. How much did you miss me, huh?" he whispered against her nape, his teeth sinking gently into her shoulder as he withdrew his length almost completely. Without warning, he thrust back in, burying himself fully to the hilt and pausing momentarily, revelling in the sweetness of her walls clenching him tightly.

"Oh, how I’ve missed you," she whimpered suddenly, her voice breaking into a sob as she enveloped him with her legs and arms, holding him tightly in place. "I thought I might lose you," she whispered, her grip on him gentle yet secure.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers, his eyes shimmering like glistening crystals in the dim light of her room. With tenderness, he reached out and caressed her face, his touch feather-light. "I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be with you until you decide otherwise," he whispered soothingly.

"I wouldn’t leave unless you wanted me to," she said, her voice tinged with a sniffle. Raising her head, she brushed her lips against his. He responded by pressing his lips firmly to hers, his tongue delving inside, swirling hungrily against hers. With steady thrusts and the teasing graze of his fingers against her most sensitive spot, he carried her to indescribable heights of pleasure.

"No, no, you’re going to make me cum," she gasped in short breaths, writhing beneath him, struggling against the mounting pressure inside her.

Matteo’s intoxicating gaze locked with hers as he continued his exquisite torture. "Cum for me, Stella. I’ve missed it so much," he urged, his words moaned with husky desire and a low growl. If the invasion of his hand and his throbbing length weren’t enough, his voice alone had the power to bring her to the edge. Following his instructions, she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, her mind consumed by nothing but the electrifying, toe-curling impact of her climax.

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