Chapter 10

Chapter TenThe air was thick with heat and tension as Matten leaned close, his voice a low growl in her ear. “I want you. You’re mine, Trento. Do you feel me, Sel mia?” His teeth grazed the tender skin of her shoulder, sending a shiver through Genevieve’s body.She was utterly lost in the moment, unsure how much more of this intense passion she could handle. Both of them were slick with sweat, their bodies pressed together, every touch igniting a fire that seemed to reach deep into her soul. Her skin tingled, craving every caress, every heated stroke.Without warning, Matten flipped her onto her back. His expression was fierce, wild even, eyes burning with an intensity that set her nerves ablaze. Damp strands of hair clung to his forehead, and his ragged breaths pulled her gaze downward, to the tattoo etched across his chest. Her hands trembled slightly as they traced over the rough skin, craving more connection. He tilted his head back, his other hand moving with steady purpose along his shaft. She pressed her palm flat against the family crest emblazoned there, feeling the weight of it beneath her touch.“Do you like it? Soon, you’ll have one to match,” Matten murmured, his voice thick with promise.“Matteo,” Gen whispered, urging her hips upward to meet him.His eyes darkened, almost impossibly so. “Say it again,” he commanded, sliding the tip of himself through her slick folds.