Amelie’s POVMatteo’s mouth was still on me, soft now, slower.Like he didn’t want to stop.Like he couldn’t even stop, even if he wanted. His tongue dove into me, licking and eating me out like I was a lollipop he couldn’t do without. I was shaking. From the pleasure, the shock, the realization that Matteo—silent, brutal Matteo—was on his knees like a man who had just found salvation between my thighs.His fingers dug into my skin as he pressed his face against mine, taking me down to oblivion and bringing me back. Tears streamed down my face, moans falling out of my lips like desperate prayers. When I came, it wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t pretty.It was raw—an ache ripped from my chest, a cry that sounded like his name, a surrender I hadn’t meant to give.But Matteo didn’t move. He stayed there even after my thighs trembled around his face, even after my hips bucked and stilled and my lungs remembered how to breathe again.He waited until I was done before he lapped up my juices, bri
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