Chapter 124

Genevieve was abruptly pulled from her sleep by a sudden, forceful tug at her panties. Her eyes fluttered open as she instinctively stretched her arms above her head, feeling the fabric slide down her legs before being tossed somewhere across the room. A gasp escaped her lips as she called out Matteo’s name, her body instantly ignited by the sensation of his mouth pressing against her clit. Her hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as his tongue danced with fierce determination, flicking and sucking with an urgency that left no doubt of his intent. She moaned softly, her hips rising to meet his eager mouth, her body responding as though he had spent the past four days meticulously attuning every nerve ending to his touch. His tongue and lips were relentless, sending shivers of pleasure rippling down her spine and coursing through her limbs until a powerful wave of ecstasy broke over her, crashing through every inch of her being.

Before the aftershocks of her first climax could fully subside, Matteo’s lips claimed hers with a possessive hunger, demanding she return his kiss without hesitation. His cock thrust deep inside her in one long, brutal motion, burying himself completely within her warmth. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he paused, savoring the sensation of being so fully connected to her. She could feel the pulsing of his length, responding to the way her pussy clenched tightly around him, craving movement. Slowly, he withdrew until only the tip remained pressed against her swollen entrance, never giving her a moment to recover. For four days straight, he had filled her in every way imaginable, pushing them both to the brink of exhaustion.

When he thrust back inside her, Genevieve’s eyes snapped open, catching the soft morning light filtering through the windows. Suddenly, his urgency made sense.

The rising sun was a cruel reminder—he would have to leave her soon.

“Matteo…” she whispered, the tremor of fear in her voice locking his intense golden-green gaze onto hers.

“Weakness,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her again.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hooking her ankles behind his back as he continued to drive into her. His lips left hers only to trail down the tender curve of her neck. His teeth bit into her shoulder, sharp and fierce, making her whimper as if he might break the skin. One hand braced beside her head, supporting his weight, while the other gripped her arm with a brutal hold that would surely leave bruises. He was marking her—claiming her body as his own. Every day for the past several days, he had left traces of himself on her skin, covering her in bruises and hickies that spoke of their passion.