Chapter 119
At the same time, Matteo’s mouth found the curve of my neck, his teeth grazing lightly over my skin. A slow, lazy scrape that made my whole body jump, my back arching into Dante behind me. Matteo soothed the tiny sting with a slow flick of his tongue, hot and wet and patient, and my head fell back against Dante’s chest with a helpless moan. I didn’t even try to hide it.
Dante’s arm curled tighter around my waist, locking me in place, holding me against him. His mouth brushed the shell of my ear, his breath hot and teasing. So sweet,” he whispered, his voice so low it felt like another touch across my skin.
Everything was louder now – the small desperate sounds I made without thinking, the growls rumbling from deep inside their chests, the soft wet noise of Enzo’s thumb still teasing my lips. I was drowning in it, in them. Their touches were slow but endless, like they wanted to memorize me inch by inch, like they were burning every reaction into their minds.
Matteo’s hand slid higher under my sweater now, his fingertips dragging along the bare skin of my stomach, so slow I almost cried out. Every brush of his hand left a trail of fire behind. Dante’s hand shifted lower, smoothing over my hip, his fingers tightening when I whimpered. And Enzo – Enzo was still right there, thumb pressing deeper against my tongue, eyes locked on mine, making sure I couldn’t run, couldn’t hide, couldn’t pretend I didn’t want this just as much as they did.
I wasn’t breathing. I wasn’t thinking. I was just feeling.
Heat. Need. Pressure building inside me until I was sure I was going to break apart.
I melted against them, helpless, trembling, my heart pounding so loud it filled my ears. I didn’t know where one of them ended and the other began. I was wrapped in them. Drowning in them.
And still, they didn’t rush. They kept touching, tasting, teasing – slow, lazy, dominant- like they wanted to make sure I knew there was no going back. No escaping.
I had never been more terrified.
I had never wanted anything more.
“Look at me, Aria,” Enzo said, his voice almost a growl.
I opened my eyes.
He was right there.
So close.
His dark eyes burned into mine, pulling out every secret, every hidden want, every part of me I tried so hard to bury.
“You want this,” he said.
Not a question.
A truth.
Dante’s hands slid to my hips, gripping them gently, anchoring me to the ground.
Matteo’s fingers trailed down my arm, slow and steady, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I was trembling.
Not from fear.
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From need.
From the way they made me feel like I was standing on the edge of something huge something I couldn’t come back from.
“Say it,” Enzo murmured, leaning even closer until our noses almost brushed,
“Say yes.”
I wanted to.
God, I wanted to.
But my throat was dry.
My body was frozen, burning from the inside out.
“Say yes, bella,” Matteo whispered against my hair, his breath making my skin tingle.
Dante’s hands squeezed my hips, firm, encouraging.
“Let go, Aria. Let us have you.”
The world narrowed.
There was nothing but them.
Their touch.
Their voices.
Their heat.
I felt my lips part, the word trembling on the edge.
I didn’t even think.
I just felt.
And I whispered, my voice breaking in the thick, heavy air
“Yes.”
Author’s Note:
If you’re blushing… good. Aria’s just getting started, and so are they. Don’t get too comfortable – the real heat is coming.
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