ARIA’S POV
Matteo walked into the room in all his aura. It looks hot and sexy and very masculine. I liked the way he looked, my heart skipping a beat as my eyes devoured him. His tall, muscular frame seemed to fill the room, his presence commanding attention. I felt a flutter in my chest, my pulse racing with excitement.
His piercing eyes scanned the space, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my skin tingle. I felt like he could see right through me, like he knew all my secrets and desires. His dark hair was perfectly messy, his chiseled features accentuated by the sharp jawline and full lips that curled into a slight smile.
I couldn’t help but stare, my gaze drawn to the way his suit hugged his broad shoulders and chest. He exuded confidence and power, like a king surveying his kingdom. And yet, there was something soft in his eyes, a glimmer of kindness that made me feel like I was the only person in the world.
As he approached me, I felt my breath catch in my throat. His movements were fluid and graceful, like a panther stalking its prey. I felt like a small, vulnerable creature in his presence, but instead of fear, I felt a thrill of excitement.
He stopped in front of me, his eyes burning with an inner fire. I felt like he could see right through me, like he knew all my secrets and desires. And yet, instead of judgment, I saw only desire and admiration in his gaze.
“Aria,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. “You look stunning.”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, my heart racing with excitement. No one had ever looked at me like that before, like I was the only person in the world. Like I was precious and valuable and desired.
“Matteo,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
As Matteo’s lips met mine, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our passion. His kiss was like a wildfire, consuming me whole, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
His lips were soft and gentle, yet firm and demanding, taking control of mine with a confidence that left me weak in the knees. His tongue danced with mine, a sensual rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.
I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, like I was falling into an abyss of desire, with no safety net to catch me. But I didn’t want to be saved. I wanted to fall, to surrender to the passion that was consuming me.
Matteo’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, his body pressed against mine, sending waves of heat through my very being. I felt like I was melting into him, like our bodies were becoming one, our hearts beating as one.
The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, more passionate, and more desperate. It was like we were trying to consume each other, to devour each other whole. I felt like I was losing myself in him, like I was finding myself in him.
Time stood still, the world around us frozen, as we lost ourselves in the kiss. It was like nothing else existed at that point.
Matteo’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I felt the hardness of his chest against mine. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me in place, as if he never wanted to let me go.
Time stood still as we kissed, the only sound of the soft murmurs of pleasure that escaped our lips. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, and yet, I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more, needed more, and craved more of the touch that set my soul on fire.
The kiss went on forever, a never-ending dance of lips and tongues, of breathless sighs and tender caresses. His hands worked on my buttons. He pulled my shirt off as his lips were still on mine. He was growing impatient, rubbing himself on my bare stomach. I heard him groan in delight as he pulled his belt away, and I saw his length before.
I gasped.
It somehow surprised me every time. I looked at him as he towered over me, his legs kneeling on both my sides. My hand subconsciously acted on its own, and I held him in my hands. He was hard and warm.
“Aria…”. He sucked his teeth as I took him into my mouth. His hand was at the back of my head the next minute. He pushed himself deeper and cussed under his breath.
Then, he pulled himself out of my mouth and kissed me again
“Aria…you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me”. He whispered then, placed a small kiss on my lips, and kissed his way down my bare body to my navel. He peppered kisses on the little mole there and chuckled. He threw off his shirt, and I took in his frame. The dead cut graced his chest. I reached out to touch it, and he let me, but he kept his eyes on me the whole time.
“You’re beautiful”. He said, and I smiled at him.
He grabbed my hand away from his chest as he kissed my neck before sliding his length into me. I moaned lowly, and he chuckled. He claimed my lips again as he slid in and out of me. His breaths are coming out his short gasps. He pushed some strands of hair out of my face as he held my gaze. He moaned as he quickened his pace.
As I gazed up at Matteo, I was struck by his sheer magnificence. He was like a god, descended from the heavens to claim me as his own. His chiseled features seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, his eyes burning with an inner fire that left me breathless.
The sweat that glistened on his forehead only added to his allure, an evidence of the passion and intensity that drove him. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes, full of desire and longing.
His lips, full and inviting, curled into a slight smile. I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart racing with excitement as he leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing my skin.
I was trapped in his gaze, unable to look away, as he claimed my lips with a kiss that left me weak and trembling. It was like the world around us had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in passion and desire.