Matteo’s POV
Leaving Amelia after our morning was so incredibly hard, she is so f*cking amazing. I felt bad f*cking her before feeding her, but I could smell her arousal increase as she watched me cook and the feeling her t*ts on my back as she kissed my back and shoulders went straight to my c*ck.
When I turned around and saw her in my shirt the need to claim her right then and there increased tenfold. I knew dancing with her would push me over the threshold of control, but I did it anyway.
I love that we can f*ck each others brains out and then have a pleasant breakfast after, enjoying each others conversations as much as our carnal needs.
“She’s fine amico mio (my friend),” Carlo says smiling at me knowingly. As I am daydreaming about my mate.
“Does it get easier?”
“What?
