Annika Remo
The hotel's ancient walls made it look even more beautiful. Wrapping the towel against my body a little tighter, I sat on the bed and looked around the room. The décor was tasteful and elegant, with warm hues and luxurious fabrics. As I gazed out the window, I could see the sprawling cityscape beyond, the twinkling lights like stars in the distance.
The bed sheets were crisp and cool to the touch, inviting me to sink into their comfort. I lay on the sheets, looking up at the ceiling, which was adorned with intricate designs and chandeliers that added to the grandeur of the room.
My breathing felt uneven at the thought of Matteo. His touch had lingered on my skin, and his words echoed in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. But the memories of our time together flooded back, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of his mischievous grin and the way he made me feel alive.
My body felt hot, and my mind was clouded with desire. My hand found its way down my thigh, and I bit my lip as I traced the curve of my hipbone. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about him like this, but I couldn't help it.
The way he touched me, the way he whispered my name—it was all too much to resist. I let out a soft moan as my fingers traced further down, feeling the wetness between my legs. I knew what I needed, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was wrong, and I didn't want to feel ashamed afterwards. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I needed him. I needed him to touch me, to kiss me, and to make me feel alive again.
I closed my eyes and pictured him in my mind, with his chiselled jawline and piercing brown eyes. The way he looked at me made me feel like the only woman in the world. I could almost feel his lips on mine and his hands exploring every inch of my body. The desire was too strong to ignore, and I gave in to my cravings. Pusing my fingers inside myself, I moaned his name softly, imagining it was him who was bringing me to this pleasure. As I moved my fingers in and out, I couldn't help but think of how much better it would feel if he were here with me.
The thought of his body pressed against mine, our breaths mingling, sent shivers down my spine. I continued to pleasure myself, my thoughts consumed by him and the intense desire I had for Matteo. My desire for him drove every stroke, every touch, and every moan.
My eyes are finally open, and my body leaves the sheets when I come to climax. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath and feeling the afterglow of my release. But even as I basked in the pleasure, I knew that it was only a temporary relief. The longing for Matteo was still there, burning inside me like a flame that refused to be extinguished.
Matteo's voice makes me snap my head in his direction, and I see him leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. My heart races as I take in his chiselled features and muscular physique, and I feel a rush of desire wash over me once again.
Was he watching me? I wonder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the thought. But before I can ask him, he strides over to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Enjoying yourself?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
I feel my cheeks flush as I nod, unable to form words. He chuckles softly, then leans in to whisper in my ear, "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet." My breath catches in my throat as he pulls away, leaving me wanting more.
His eyes are fixed on mine, and I can feel the electricity between us. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt, the muscles in his arms flexing with each movement. My mind is racing with anticipation, wondering what he has in store for me next. He lies back on top of me, his scent intoxicating as he leans in to kiss me. The passion between us is palpable, and I can't help but lose myself in the moment.
His hand makes its way to the towel that is wrapped around my body, and he slowly begins to unravel it. My heart races as I feel his warm breath on my neck and his lips trailing down my collarbone. I let out a soft moan as he kissed his way down my body, his hands exploring every inch of my skin.
My hands wander over his muscular back, tracing the lines of his tattoos and feeling the strength of his body. As he reaches the apex of my thighs, I arch my back and let out a gasp of pleasure. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear, but I never want it to end.
He wasn't gentle, but I didn't want him to be. I craved his roughness and the way he took control of me. Each touch, each kiss, and each movement sent waves of pleasure through my body.
***
The night never stopped. We explored each other's bodies with a passion that was almost animalistic. The sheets were twisted around us, evidence of our fervent lovemaking. But both of us couldn't sleep, not wanting to let go of the moment. We lay there, tangled up in each other, our breathing slowly calming down.
I traced his tattoes with my fingers, admiring the intricate designs that adorned his skin. He caught my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each of my fingertips softly. I felt a warmth spread through me, a feeling of contentment and safety.
"That night I was scared. I didn't know where to go or who to ask for help." I whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. "But I never for a second doubted you. I knew you would find me."
"I promised to always protect you, and I meant it," he replied, his voice low and soothing. "I'll never let anything happen." His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent and feeling my heartbeat slow down to a steady rhythm.
"What happens now?" I asked, looking up at him with a mix of uncertainty and hope in my eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Now we go home," he said.
"There isn't long left before the plan goes into action. We need to prepare," he continued, his eyes serious and focused. "I need to make sure you're safe and that everything is in place."
"Just don't make me leave without you again," I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion. He pulled me closer and held me tightly. "I won't," he whispered into my ear. "I promise, Amore."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me at his words. It had been weeks since we had seen each other, and the thought of being separated again was unbearable. But I knew he was right. We had to be ready for what was coming.
***
After a hot shower, I started to get changed. I pulled on my skirt and sweater, but my mind was still preoccupied with our conversation. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within me. What was coming?
Was it something he couldn't tell me yet? As I brushed my hair , I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. Would we be torn apart again? The uncertainty was suffocating, and I longed for some clarity. But for now, all I could do was trust him and hold onto his promise.
I leant forwards, zipping my boots, when I felt a presence behind me. Matteo's hand catches my waist, and he pulls me towards him, pressing me against himself and giving me a soft kiss on the back of my neck.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hand running up my thigh. "The things you do to me, bambina." I turn around to face him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "What things?" I tease, running my fingers through his wet hair.
Matteo's eyes darken, and he pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss. He takes my hand and presses it to his manhood under the towel that hangs dangrously lowly around his waist. "I think you know exactly what things, tesoro mio" he whispers against my lips. My heart races at the feel of him, hard and ready beneath my touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we deepen the kiss.
My back presses against the wall as his hand travels up my skirt, pulling it up to expose my bare thighs. His fingers trace circles on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I moan into his mouth, unable to resist his touch. His other hand slides under my shirt, caressing my breast through the fabric of my bra. I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, wanting more. He breaks the kiss, trailing hot kisses down my neck and collarbone.
He picks me up, pressing me further into the rough wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel myself becoming drenched with desire as his erection presses into me. He grinds against me, making me moan again. His lips find mine again, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer to me. We are completely engrossed in the present and consumed by our desire for one another.
The towle was gone, and he pounded into me mercilessly. My moans became louder and more desperate with each thrust, and I could feel the heat building inside me. His hands roamed over my body, gripping and squeezing as he moved inside me. I could feel my climax approaching, and I arched my back, urging him on. He didn't slow down, and soon I was shuddering with pleasure, my body writhing against his. He continued to move within me, prolonging my orgasm until I was exhausted and panting.
Placing another rough and bruising kiss on my lips, he put me down on the ground. My legs felt like jelly as I tried to stand up straight. He steadied me with his strong arms, and I leant against him, feeling his heart beat against my chest.
We were both breathing heavily, and for a moment, we just stood there, catching our breath and taking in the intensity of what had just happened between us.
Matteo lifted my chin, his thumb running down my lip, and looked into my eyes with a mix of desire and tenderness. "Bellissima," he said, his voice husky. I blushed, feeling a warmth spread throughout my body. It was moments like these that made me feel alive and wanted.
He leant down, placing a kiss on the side of my lips, before walking away to the closet to get changed. I shook my head and couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. I had never been with someone who made me feel the way Matteo did. His touch was electrifying, and his words left me breathless.
Looking in the mirror, I fix my skirt and adjust my hair, trying to compose myself. Matteo had that effect on me—he made me lose control. But it was a feeling I didn't want to let go of.
I did a little make-up touch-up when I noticed Matteo coming out of the closet wearing his usual suit. He flashed me a grin, and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat. Matteo always looked so put-together and sophisticated, yet there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes that made him even more attractive. I walked over to him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. Grabbing my bag, we headed out the door.
"Annika!" I heard my name from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and noticed Diego. I felt guilty for forgetting about him last night.
I let go of Matteo's hand and opened my arms for Diego as he ran into them. "You have already forgotten about me, idiot." I laughed and ruffled his hair. "Of course not, Diego. I could never forget about you."
Matteo's phone rang, and he walked off to answer it, leaving me with Diego. I felt a pang of guilt again for leaving Diego alone. "Diego, I'm sorry for leaving you alone last night. Matteo just kind of whisked me away." Diego shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it. Are you okay?" Diego asked, looking down at me with concern in his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, smiling down at him. "I'm just a little tired."
"As long as you were okay. Ruby explained last night." Diego said, glancing over at Ruby, who was now making her way towards us.
"Last night?" I asked, feeling a little shocked. A slight smile appeared on my lips.
"Not like that!" Diego whispered and yelled at me at the same time.
"Good morning," Ruby greeted us with a radiant smile. "Morning," Diego and I replied in unison. I wanted to laugh at how awkward Ruby and Diego were standing next to each other.
"So, what did you explain to Diego last night?" I asked, trying to hide my curiosity. Ruby's smile faded a little as she looked at me and back at Diego.