~Annalyn POV~
My chest still rose and fell violently, my body limp, trembling under the weight of what just happened. Sweat clung to my skin, my thighs sticky with his release, I thought it was over... that he would let me breathe.
But Matteo did not move away, his hand traced down my stomach, fingers spreading the wetness between my thighs. My body shivered from the sensitivity.
"Too much…" I whispered, voice hoarse.
"Not enough," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear and his cock, still thick and hard, pressed against me again. "You think I'll stop after one round? I haven't even begun to ruin you."
My heart skipped as I turned my face, glaring at him, but my drunken gaze betrayed me. His eyes caught mine, filled with burning hunger and an untamed possessiveness that made me weak.
Before I could resist, he spread my legs wide again, sliding his dick back inside me in one brutal thrust.
