The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 279: Couple

Chapter 279: Couple

Stella’s eyes shot open as she grew increasingly aware of a painfully familiar dozen tiny-needle prickling sensation flooding her arm, no thanks to the weight of Matteo’s seemingly burly arm resting atop hers. As satisfying as the current situation was, she could not imagine remaining in that position longer than another minute.

With an unusual bout of regret, she eased from his hold, gently resting his heavy arm beside him and adjusting to a sitting position beside him. She propped her back on the bedframe, her eyes taking a distinct look in them as she beheld his normally filed features at rest.

He looked anything but the image he presented while he was awake. Anyone who’d be privileged to see him in this manner, with all guards down, almost innocent looking, would think he was not capable of any harm whatsoever.

It was at this moment that she realized, in spite of his maturity, much of his boyish features never really melted off as one would expect of a man in his thirties. No one would ever imagine that such a person was even involved in the clandestine activities of a Mafia group.

He stirred lightly, startling her momentarily. With her hands braced beside her, ready to spring up from the bed if he opened his eyes, she waited. But after he’d adjusted, and there was no further movement, she settled back into her position, resuming her keen observation.

Several locks of his hair had covered a part of his eyes, preventing her from being able to study the rest of him. Instinctively, she reached forward, and began to caress the silky locks. And in all her days of being with him, it was the first time she’d consciously felt what his hair was like. There was not much thought processing ability to know what it actually felt like when she ran her hands through them during sex. And what’s more, it was unexpected.

She relished the feeling of his hair dancing through her digits, caressing her palm, and when she’d gotten ample feel of it, she raked it backwards, once again giving herself the delightful display of his now innocent beauty.

I wonder what it would be like if we were a couple.

The thought had always lingered in her mind, even before this moment. But right now, as she sat beside him, caressing his helplessly cute form, it latched onto her belief like a desert traveler to the illusion of an oasis. It was never going to happen.

However, in spite of settling on this thought, there was a part of her that held on to this supposed illusion like a soon-to-be-answered prayer. Faith.

And then he opened his eyes.

"Am I really that attractive?" He asked cheekily, his eyes locking with hers, but not for long. Her face turned a bright crimson that was almost evident even in the dim lighting. With a swift jerk of her head, she tore her gaze away from him.

"You’re so fucking cute, what the heck." the words escaped from his lips in barely guided moans. He reached forward and snatched her atop him, curling his arms securely around her form and burying his face in her still disheveled locks.

"Matteo, what are you..."

"Are you preventing me from touching what is mine?" His inornate referral to her, as a living being, caused her to tense in his hold, more out of offense than appreciation to what was supposed to be flattery.

"I hope you realize that I’m just as human as you are, don’t forget that, even in your silly games." Her brisk remark caused him to pause in his lascivious touches. He slid his hand into her locks, cupping her head and turning her face to meet his, stern but with a touch of playfulness.

"Feisty much?"

"You can’t blame me. You’re the one who always manages to bring out that side of me, and you never take any responsibility for it." She responded, folding her arms across her duvet-clad chest.

"I never realized you saw it like that," his voice had now taken on a sensually husky note that instantly melted her defenses. And as he began to lower his head to her bosom, she let her hands slide apart, giving him access to her now throbbing mass of skin. With one hand securely supporting her weight from behind, he slid the other over her torso, gliding languidly toward the hem of the duvet. When she sensed the direction of his hand, her eyes snapped open and she snatched his wrist with both hands.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a panicked tone.

"What are you doing?" He returned her question, planting a soft kiss on her exposed collarbone, and drawing a downward path with his tongue. She squirmed helplessly, her grip on his wrist loosening against her will.

He yanked his hand from her hold and swiftly tugged down the duvet. She let out a surprised gasp at the sudden reveal of her naked breasts, but it was immediately replaced with unending moans of delight from the lewd torture of his wet tongue swirling tentatively around her areola.

"You want me to stop?" The warmth of his breath caressing her now drenched bud added to the wicked bolts of pleasure that coursed through her body, and centering at her now throbbing nub.

"Yes, please," she whispered helplessly, her fingers sliding into his hair almost instinctively.

"But your body tells a different story." He responded, once again pulling between his lips, a rich mass of skin, and teasing her protruding bud with his tongue. She arched further into his wicked movements. Her body had become deeply entranced in the skillful tortures that she wanted nothing more than to remain his slave.

"However," he added as he let her mound of skin fall out of his lips and his hands slide off her form. "I must honor the queen’s choice." With that, he let go of her completely, bracing his hands behind his head and staring at her with a smug satisfaction that hinted at the obviousness of what he was doing.

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