He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core, low and rough in a way that made her toes curl. His tongue moved with maddening precision, licking, sucking, teasing in a rhythm that had her clinging to the sheets. Every flick and swirl pulled another gasp from her lips. When he slid a finger inside her again, slow but certain, her thighs trembled and her back arched.
Isabella's mind scrambled to hold on, but sensation overpowered thought. She clutched the sheets tighter, moaning louder now, her voice raw with need. "Matteo, I… I think I'm" Her breath hitched, the words breaking as he drew her higher.
He didn't stop. If anything, he moved faster, coaxing her closer with fingers and tongue working in perfect sync. Her muscles tensed, her breathing became uneven, and then she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave she couldn't fight. Her cry echoed in the quiet room, her whole body jerking under him.
