Elizabeth POV
Elizabeth had never slept so soundly before—but then again, she’d never been so thoroughly satisfied either. Matteo was… an experience to be had, that was for sure. She woke the next morning with his face buried between her legs, gasping as he brought her to yet another c****x. But when he tried to enter her again—
“Au!” Elizabeth cried out, pulling back.
“What’s wrong?” Matteo’s gaze softened, scanning her with immediate concern.
“Nothing, I’m just sore down there,” she admitted. “But if we take it slow, then—”
“No, absolutely not.” Matteo shook his head, flashing that smirk. “I don’t do soft.” He reached for the edge of the bed, rolling away the condom with a swift flick of his wrist before stepping into his shorts.
“Let me draw you a nice hot bath so you can relax,”
