Marry My Billionaire Second Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Amelia and Matteo’s lips met in a feverish haze. His hands roamed down her body, peeling off bits of her clothing. At the same time, she helped him do the same until they were both left in their underwear, feet on the soft carpet as Matteo led them to the sprawling bed.The second their lips parted, Amelia gasped for air. On the other hand, Matteo peppered kisses on her cheek, her neck, and her jaw, not once leaving her skin for longer than a second if he had to."Matteo..." Amelia gasped when Matteo nibbled at a sensitive spot right at the base of her neck.It sent thrills down her spine and her toes to curl just the slightest. It was ticklish, yes, but for some reason, the kisses he stamped onto her bare skin only made her stomach churn with deeper desire."Mm..." He hummed, the vibrations of his voice running through Amelia’s sensitive body. "I love it when you call my name," he muttered, only causing Amelia to sigh at the sound of his deep voice.When Matteo’s fingers trailed up f

Amelia felt like she was floating on a sea of clouds. There was a pressing warmth at her side that pulled her into a deep slumber, but the brightness at the back of her eyelids was slowly, but surely becoming unbearable.Reluctantly, Amelia opened her eyes, only to find herself face to face with Matteo. Immediately, all vestiges of sleepiness left her body, and she quickly tried to get up. However, she soon realized that was a nigh impossible task, for Matteo’s arm was wrapped around her waist like an iron bar as if he was afraid she would flee from him.Amelia’s face flushed a bright red as she recalled the activities of the previous night. She had given into her impulses and slept with Matteo, and there was a tiny, vindictive part of her that couldn’t help comparing the night she experienced with her experiences with Caleb.Matteo was an infinitely more generous lover than Caleb was. Her entire body ached so tenderly that she didn’t want to move an inch, yet she felt nourished from

Amelia turned to stare at Matteo, befuddled at his fervent rejection. "Why not?" Amelia asked, "I’ve learned enough, and Andrea said I’m ready."Matteo gnashed his teeth. "He could be lying to spare your feelings. Don’t forget who hired him." Matteo’s eyes darted to Andrea, who slowly inched away, not wanting to be embroiled in a couple’s brewing argument."I haven’t forgotten," Amelia said, trying to be patient. "But I’m ready to try out anyway. How else would I know if I have truly learned anything of value?""You could get injured going down this slope," Matteo hissed, upset. "I advise you to think twice."Amelia’s eyebrow twitched. Her irritation with Matteo was slowly rising from the patronizing way he spoke to her. She understood that he was concerned about her well-being, but his overprotectiveness was getting ridiculous.After all, a quick glance showed that this was clearly the slope for beginners. There were literal children skating down on their boards, screeching loudly as

"This way, Miss Amelia," Andrea said.They trudged up a fairly deserted path. The air was starting to get a little thinner the more they walked, but thankfully, that didn’t cause Amelia’s nose to continue bleeding. She had pinched it the entire journey, and because of her efforts, the blood had stopped trickling.However, things were starting to go a little haywire. They had taken the ski lift, crossed several different slopes, and when Amelia raised questions about it, Andrea only said, "This is the right path!"Unless the nearest first aid center was on the top of the mountain, it finally set into Amelia that this was most definitely not the right way. Her head had gone fuzzy ever since she had parted ways with Matteo, and if it hadn’t been for Lilie, perhaps she would’ve taken his offer of bringing her directly to the infirmary himself."Here we are," Andrea proudly said, standing with his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at the world below him. "We started a little slow

With a sinking heart, Matteo dialed Emmeline’s phone number. Unlike Amelia’s, it went through, and she picked up the call after only a few rings."Hi, Matteo!" Emmeline’s girlish voice radiated pure joy as if she had been waiting for him to call. "What’s up? Are you having fun?""Emmeline, give me Andrea’s number," Matteo demanded. He had no mood to indulge in small talk, or to play whatever game Emmeline was orchestrating."Why?" Emmeline asked, confused. "Can’t you just talk to him personally? Aren’t you with him now? Besides, you should hurry and come back, the snow looks like it’s coming down thick. I’m already inside my room. Maybe you can join me―"Matteo gritted his teeth. Every second he spent talking to her was a second wasted. "Just give me his number! Amelia is uncontactable!""Oh, did you make her angry, Matteo?" Emmeline said, sounding unbothered. She let out a dismissive clucking sound."You should really leash that temper of yours. You know, not everyone is like me. I’m