He shook me brutally, jarring my total senses. However as pleasure and love swept by me, tears slipped previous my lashes. And I knew with none doubt, with zero reservation that he was the one man I wished in my life. “Sure. Oh, God, sure.”

CHAPTER 23

“Love is blind, however once we shut our eyes, we see with our hearts.”

—Sara Bareilles

Sophia

Love.

Was there actually such a factor as being blinded by it? Sure. I knew it with none doubt, with out reservation that the few who had been fortunate to search out real love, the sort that left you breathless and aching due to a single thought, had been blinded totally and utterly.

And in admitting it, I’d by no means felt such a strong launch in my life. The person I’d refused to like, had been advised to not care about, who’d remained within the shadows for much too a few years was proper right here. And he beloved me.

I threw my arms round his neck, gasping for air seconds earlier than he captured my mouth. The air round us was nonetheless, all sounds ceasing. Whereas hazard nonetheless existed, this was one more second that we’d steal from actuality, taking our time to understand the belief of what we’d virtually misplaced.

Mattia swept his tongue inside my mouth as he pulled me onto my toes. I used to be thrown right into a candy abyss, each nerve ending on hearth, each speedy beat of my coronary heart thrilling me much more. He beloved me.

Love.

Love!

How was it potential for 2 damaged folks to be in such a heated, passionate second of understanding? I wrapped one leg round his as I brushed my hand down his again. The texture of getting him this shut, the warmth of his sculpted physique pressed towards mine was every thing I’d ever wished, but the one factor I’d tried to disclaim.

Now not.

I belonged to him.

The kiss was extra highly effective than it had ever been, his tongue discovering and dominating mine. His chest rumbled as he growled into the second of intimacy, his large hand sweeping down my again and cupping my backside, forcing my legs round him. The person was extra possessive than earlier than, decided to take all of me. Even the best way his fingers dug into my pores and skin was extra controlling.

I’d by no means be freed from him once more, not that I wished to be. My coronary heart, my physique, and my soul belonged to him. He fisted my hair, tangling his fingers in my lengthy curls as he took lengthy strides towards the door of the chalet, struggling to open the door then kicking it shut as soon as we had been inside.

It was obvious he knew the place he was going, heading by the home with out hesitation, by no means breaking the deliriously superb connection. When he began to stroll up the steps, I pushed my fingers towards his shoulders, lastly capable of break the kiss, catching my breath.

“What are you doing?” I requested, laughing and purring.

“You’re soiled.”

“I believed you appreciated it once I was filthy.”

There was one thing about his darkish grin that despatched a sequence of shivers down my backbone. He was so decided, his starvation off the charts. I adored seeing him this manner, taking full management of me as he’d executed earlier than. Perhaps I used to be at all times meant to undergo just one man. The thought gave me a depraved smile.

He headed for the third ground, the loft-like setting a good looking addition, highlighting the cathedral ceiling. As he walked down the corridor, I allowed myself to look down on the attractive front room. A stone fire jetted as much as the height of the roof, the leather-based furnishings accentuating darkish rugs and vibrant artwork on the partitions. Each window had a stunning view of the countryside. This was a spot the place magic occurred, the place two folks might fall hopelessly in love.

And the place nobody might intervene with the fervour.

I so wished to imagine that.

Mattia nipped my decrease lip, dragging my consideration again to him. Then he stormed into a toilet on the finish of the corridor, barely managing to flick on a lightweight.

“Oh, my God. That is attractive.” I used to be shocked on the gorgeous black marble options, veins of gold and a pearlescent shimmer weaving a fragile sample by the thick slabs. Every little thing was trendy, but gothic, bigger than the lounge in my condo in Paris.

“Not practically as a lot as the girl in my arms.” He laughed, the husky sound sending a flicker of electrical energy by each cell and muscle. Earlier than permitting me to face on my ft, he jerked off my tennis sneakers, pitching them to the aspect.

As quickly as my ft touched the cool marble, he ripped off my shirt, growling as quickly as he uncovered my bare breasts. He was nothing however a savage, his starvation understanding no bounds. He cupped my breasts, flicking his thumbs forwards and backwards throughout my already hardened nipples.

“Are you moist for me, Sophia?”

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