Sophia
His hand slipped into my pants, his touch bold but somehow gentle, like he already knew exactly how to unravel me. His fingers moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, igniting a fire inside me that I couldn’t contain. My breath hitched, my body arching into him as if it was beyond my control.
“God, Sophia,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice low and filled with something deeper than just desire. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?”
His words hit me like a punch to the chest, stealing the air from my lungs.
His fingers moved against me, each touch making my thoughts blur until all I could focus on was him—Mattia, consuming every part of me.
“You drive me insane,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against mine. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and the raw intensity in them made my heart stutter. “Every time you look at me, every time you smile—I can’t think straight. You’ve got me so fucking twisted, Sophia.”
I let out a soft moan as his touch deepened, my body betraying every ounce of pride I had left.
He kissed me then, slow and deep, like he was trying to pour every unspoken word into it.
His free hand moved to cup my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek like I was something fragile, precious.
“You’re everything to me,” he said against my lips, his voice cracking just enough to make me believe it. “You don’t even see it, do you? How you’ve completely ruined me.”
My breath caught.
His fingers moved again, and a wave of heat surged through me, leaving me trembling in his arms.
A soft sound escaped me, and I hated how vulnerable I felt in that moment—how much I needed him.
“Mattia,” I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to hold onto some semblance of control.
“Don’t,” he interrupted softly, his lips brushing mine. “Don’t hold back. Not with me.” His fingers didn’t stop, pushing me closer to a breaking point I wasn’t ready for but couldn’t resist. “Let me love you, Sophia. Just let me show you how much I want this. How much I want us.”
A soft whimper escaped me, and my head fell back against the bed as my body gave in completely.
Every movement of his fingers sent shivers down my spine, every kiss left me breathless.
When I finally came undone, my soft moans filled the space, and his name fell from my lips like a prayer.
As I tried to catch my breath, his hand slid back up, his touch lingering as he leaned closer.
He said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “It’s just for you, Sophia. Always.”
My heart ached at his words, warmth spreading through me as I looked into his eyes. “You’re such an idiot,” I whispered, a shaky laugh escaping me as I brushed my fingers through his hair.
His lips curled into a small smile as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe,” he murmured.
The tension between us was electric. His eyes were locked on mine, dark and filled with hunger.
I could barely breathe under the weight of his stare. It was like everything in the world had stopped, and it was just us, the air between us thick with desire.
I leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper, "This is your turn." I said it with confidence, a command, like I knew exactly what I was doing.
I pulling him closer, and before he could even process, I was on top of him, straddling him.
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Obsessed With You
RomanceSophia cupped Mattia's face, her fingers lightly tracing his jawline. "They say you're a bad boy," she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. Mattia raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "And what if I am? Are you scared?" Sophia...