ISABELLA

Chapter 9

He pushed into her slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

“Ahh…” Aria’s head fell back, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered shut. The sound that escaped her was raw, helpless, and full of pleasure.

He set a steady rhythm, hips pressing into hers in the classic missionary position, each thrust pulling another moan from her throat.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching to meet him.

He grabbed her thigh, lifting one of her legs higher against his side, and drove deeper. The new angle made her cry out.

“Ah—f**k…” she gasped, her voice trembling.

He smirked, never slowing. “You like that?” he asked between thrusts, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes…” she moaned, almost begging. “Yes, I do—go faster.”

And he did. His pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers harder, filling the room with the sound of skin meeting skin and her desperate moans echoing into the night.

“F-f**k, Matteo…” Aria moaned, her voice breaking. Her nails clawed at the sheets, her body trembling beneath him. “I’m gonna c*m—”

His thrusts grew rougher, faster, merciless. “Hold it in,” he ordered, his tone dark, dominant. He grabbed her thighs and pushed both legs up onto his shoulders, folding her beneath him.

Her back arched as he slammed into her deeper, hitting every spot that made her cry out.

“Yes… yes… don’t stop!” she begged, her voice ragged, filled with desperation.

“I’m not stopping,” he grunted, his body pounding into hers with relentless force.

“Ahhh—!” she screamed, unable to hold back. The pleasure ripped through her, and when he suddenly pulled out, her body released violently, squirting across his stomach and the sheets. Her chest heaved, her body shaking with aftershocks.

Matteo smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he leaned over her. “We’re not done yet.” His voice was low, hungry.

Aria bit her swollen lower lip, her eyes heavy with lust. “I know,” she whispered, almost teasing, still breathless.

He wasn’t finished with her. With one swift motion, Matteo flipped Aria onto her stomach, his strong hand gripping the back of her hair and yanking her head up, forcing her to arch her back perfectly for him.

She gasped, her body already trembling, her cheek pressed against the sheets. He drove into her again, harder this time, deeper, every thrust making her body jolt forward.

“Ughhh… f**k!” she cried out, her voice muffled against the pillow, but loud enough to echo through the room.

“You like that?” Matteo growled into her ear, tugging her hair back tighter as his hips slammed against her ass.

“Yes… yes!” she moaned, her hands clutching the sheets desperately.

“Should I stop?” he teased, slowing down just enough to make her whine.

Her voice broke. “No… don’t stop. Go faster!”

That was all he needed. His pace grew brutal, his thrusts pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, along with her moans that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m… I’m gonna c*m,” Matteo grunted, his voice strained as his breathing grew heavier.

“Do it inside me,” she begged, looking back at him with tear-filled, lusty eyes. “Please…”

He slammed into her harder and harder, his grip on her hair tightening as he lost control. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and groaned, releasing everything into her.

Aria’s body trembled, her lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure as she felt his heat fill her.

Finally, his strength gave out and he collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them breathless, their chests rising and falling rapidly. The room smelled of sweat and lust, their bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Just the sound of their heavy breathing. Then Aria smirked lazily, rolling onto her side to face him.

“You’re insane,” she whispered, still catching her breath.

“And you love it,” Matteo murmured, pulling her closer, his hand sliding over her bare waist.

Aria lay there for a moment, catching her breath, before she pushed herself up slowly. Her legs wobbled as she tried to get off the bed, the sheets sliding down her bare body.

Matteo leaned back on one elbow, watching her with a smug smirk.

Aria placed one foot on the floor, then the other, determined to stand. But the second she tried to take a step, her knees buckled.

“Ah—s**t,” she gasped, grabbing the edge of the bed for support.

Matteo chuckled, low and dark, his eyes glinting with pride. “Can’t even walk, huh?”

She shot him a glare, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. “Don’t—don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I don’t need to,” he said, standing up and stretching, his tattooed chest rising with every deep breath. “Your legs already did it for me.”

Aria tried again to walk, but she stumbled, collapsing back onto the mattress with a groan. Matteo’s smirk widened.

“Yeah, I did that,” he said, almost proudly, before moving to her side. Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms effortlessly, her body curling against his chest.

“Matteo—put me down,” she whispered, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her temple. “Not a chance.”

He carried her to the bathroom, every step slow and deliberate, as if to remind her of just how powerless she was in his arms. Aria buried her face against his neck, biting her lip to hide her smile.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“And you,” Matteo said, lowering her gently onto the counter, “are mine.”

Steam began to fill the bathroom as Matteo turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water echoing against the tiled walls. Aria sat on the counter, her legs dangling, watching him with half-lidded eyes. His back muscles flexed as he adjusted the water, droplets misting over his tattooed skin.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “What are you staring at?”

“You,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

Matteo stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of her thighs, caging her in. “Good. Don’t stop.” He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a slow, heated kiss.

When he pulled back, he slid his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her again, carrying her into the shower. Warm water cascaded over them, plastering her hair against her back and running down his shoulders like liquid fire.

Aria gasped as the heat hit her skin, but Matteo silenced her with another kiss, pressing her against the cold glass wall of the shower. His hand tangled in her wet hair while the other trailed down her spine, making her shiver despite the steam.

“Matteo…” she breathed against his lips.

He kissed along her jaw, down to her neck, biting just enough to make her moan. The water trickled between them, making their bodies slick as he pressed himself harder against her.

“You feel that?” he murmured, his voice husky in her ear. “You drive me insane, Aria.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails raking lightly across his back. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.

He smirked, grinding against her under the pounding water. “I wasn’t planning to.”

The steam wrapped around them as Matteo carried her under the shower, water sliding down his chest and over her trembling body. He pressed her back against the cold glass, the contrast of heat and chill making her gasp.

“Still sore?” he teased, brushing his lips over her ear.

She smirked, though her legs shook as they tightened around his waist. “Not enough to stop you.”

That was all he needed. He kissed her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth while his hand slid between her thighs. His fingers found her c**t, rubbing in slow circles, and the water only made everything wetter, slicker.

“Ahh—Matteo,” she moaned, arching against him.

He pulled his mouth from hers just long enough to grin. “Already sensitive… I like that.”

Before she could reply, he positioned himself and pushed inside her in one deep stroke. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“f**k—you’re so tight,” he groaned, thrusting slowly at first, the water streaming down both their bodies. Her back hit the glass with every movement, the sound mixing with the slap of wet skin.

“Harder…” she begged, her head tilting back.

Matteo grabbed her thighs tighter, pounding into her, each thrust making the glass shudder. Her moans bounced off the walls, growing louder as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that made her lose control.

“Ahh… f**k, don’t stop!” she cried, her voice breaking.

“Say my name,” he demanded through clenched teeth, driving deeper.

“Matteo! Matteo—ahhh!”

Her whole body tensed, shaking around him, and she came hard, clinging to him as the shower poured over her. But he wasn’t finished.

He spun her, pressing her front against the glass, her wet hair sticking to the surface. Holding her hips, he slammed back inside her, his tattooed chest against her soaked back.

She moaned louder, fogging up the glass. “Ugh… yes… oh god.”

He tugged her hair back, making her arch. “You like being f****d like this?”

“Yes!” she cried, biting her lip.

He groaned in her ear, thrusting faster, harder, until his own release built up. “f**k, Aria, I’m—”

“Inside,” she gasped, begging him.

With a final, hard thrust, he came inside her again, growling her name as the water ran down them both. They collapsed together on the shower floor, chests heaving, water beating down on their overheated skin.

Aria giggled breathlessly, unable to move. “Now I really can’t walk.”

Matteo smirked, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. “Good. I’ll just have to carry you again.”