Torn Between Souls

BALCONY

We were on a private plane somewhere above the Atlantic ocean. I was staring out the window at the clouds, and the water. Matteo sat across from me, typing away so quickly on his laptop I could hardly see his fingers.

My mind was still trying to wrap around everything Elisa had told me. How old Matteo was. That he had loved so fully before me. That he had a baby, a baby that he lost. Knowing he had loved Anila did not bother me. I was an adult, as was he, a very old one in fact and I never expected that he hadn’t had relationships seperate from me, before me. But knowing I would never be able to give him a child, he had told me as much, made my heart hurt.

I was in no position to be a mother, and if I ever wanted a child, maybe I could adopt, as Elisa and Matthew had. That didn’t mean that it didn’t sadden me. Matteo and I would never have what he and Anila did. I was thankful I had him at all though.

“What are you thinking, principessa?” Matteo asked.

I looked up at him and he was smiling warmly at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. Elisa didn’t want him to know that I knew about Anila, so I responded simply.

“I’m looking forward to seeing Philadelphia. I’ve never been,” I said quietly, “I wish we could sightsee.”

He nodded thoughtfully, “Maybe another time.”

I nodded back in understanding, and continued to gaze out the window. I was silent for a few minutes, humming softly to myself.

“Don’t do that to me, little one,” he chuckled, and I blushed.

I had realized that whenever he called me little one, he wanted me.

“What am I doing?” I said shyly.

“The humming,” he purred, “It makes your scent reverberate through the cabin.”

I c****d my head, and fluttered my lashes at him, “And what do I smell like to you?”

He raised a brow, seemingly surprised by my question.

“You smell like spring. Warm, and vivacious. Full of like. Its a very floral scent, which is fitting, mio fiore isn’t it?” he smiled, “There's a touch of honey there. Raw, and sweet, like fresh stonefruit.”

My blush deepened, “You smell the opposite.”

This truly suprised him. Both eyebrows went up and he c****d his head, leaning forward slightly, “You can smell me?”

I nodded, smiling, “I smelled you for the first time the morning after you saved me from the were. Like smoke. Cinnamon too. Theres always been something else I can’t really place, but it’s a comforting smell. Warm in a way wool is. Like the sweaters you wear. Scratchy, but soft.”

Matteo just stared at me, and then a breathtaking, full smile broke across his face, “You are incredible, Rose.”

I smiled back, and he chuckled again, before he returned to his work. I had dinner the flight attendant brought me, and then took a nap, laying on the chair next to Matteo instead of across from me so I could touch him. Feeling him when I slept kept me calm. It kept the nightmares away.

When I woke up, Matteo was buckling me into my seat. I looked up at him groggily and he brushed my hair out of my face. I smiled softly, and blinked my eyes open.

“We’ll be landing shortly. Our drive to Philladelphia will take a few hours. You slept straight through breakfast,” he chuckled, “Would you like to have lunch in New York with me before we head out?”

I nodded excitedly, and he smiled, kissing my lips softly, “Before we disembark you can change into fresh clothes, and then we will go eat.”

We touched down half an hour later, and it was snowing softly. Matteo handed me my small duffel bag that had enough clothes and toiletries just to make it to my aunts house tomorrow. I changed into a pair of fleece lined leggings and beige ankle boots, and a typical cashmere sweater. When I stepped out, Matteo helped me pull on my coat, and produced a paid of gloves and a scarf for me. I wasn’t sure as I hadn’t seen them before, but the scarf smelled like him.

We stepped off the plane, and were met with a black tahoe. An attendant was finishing putting our bags in the trunk, and Matteo handed him a weighty tip, while the man returned the keys. We got into the car, Matteo helping me up in to the seat and making sure I was buckled as usual.

As we pulled out of the airport, I was fascinated by the hustle and bustle of the city. I had been secluded inside the manor for so long, it was almost overwheleming. I hope Matteo hadn’t chosen too busy of a restaurant. As if he had read my mind, we drove slightly out of the city, and he pulled up to a small, hole in the wall sushi restaurant. My mouth watered. I loved seafood.

He helped me out and we were seated inside after removing our coats.

“Why don’t you just order for us?” he said, pushing the paper and the menu towards me.

I hooked a brow, “What kind of sushi do you eat? Sashimi?” I asked curiously.

He gave me a small nod, and then checked his phone. I wrote down a few different items, and also requested some sake to calm my nerves about seeing my aunt and uncle. The waitress took our order, and disappeared behind the counter.

“Everything alright?” I asked him as he continued to type away on his phone.

“Yes,” he responded, before putting it back into his pocket, “I was speaking to Cleo. She and Celeste are heading off the security.”

I nodded, and smiled gently. When the waitress set the sake on the table, Matteo seemed surprised.

“What?” I asked, pouring the hot liquid into the tiny cup and drinking it quickly.

“Sake tastes awful,” he chuckled, “I’m surprised you like it with your preference to sweet wines.”

I shrug, “Well it is a wine, and it is somewhat sweet. I enjoy the warmth most I think.”

“Good to know” he smiles.

The waitress brings our food and we both eat. I eat almost double what Matteo does, as we talk more about the plan. He asks me about Pennsylvania, and I tell him a little bit about how I was a straight A student but I could be a bit of a troublemaker. He gave his praise when we went over my early graduation.

After we completed our meal, Matteo paid, and we left. I read a book I had brought on the drive to Philadelphia, since it would take a few hours. I napped for awhile, and when I woke up Matteo had to stop so I could pee. I was still feeling warm from drinking all the Sake by myself.

Around 6PM, we pulled up to a quite luxurious looking hotel. I raised my eyebrows.

“Matteo, this looks expensive,” I mumbled.

“One room, for one night, plus money isn’t much of an object,” he shrugged, opening up my car door.

I frowned at him, thinking of all the clothes, and food, and things he’s supplied me with over the last few months, “Matteo I had my own moey, not a ton but I was good at saving.”

He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me with enough force to make my knees weak. He stroked the side of my face softly, and then pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Rose, please don’t worry about money. Do you know how many business ventures I have had in my life? I don’t flaunt it everywhere like some billionare playboy, but I have no problem garunteeing you the nicest things I can,” he whispered to me.

I bit my bottom lip softly, and nodded against him.

“Good girl,” he smiled, kissing me briefly once more, and taking my hand.

We walked inside and we checked in. A bellhop took our bags to our room and we followed behind. When we got to the room, my jaw dropped.

It was a large room. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, and below it was a large, modern white bed, with gold accent pillows. There was a massive open air balcony, and I could see the size of the en suite bathroom from here. There was a small table with two plush chairs, an ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne, and a few flutes as well.

“This is super fancy,” I muttered, stepping in and taking off my coat.

Matteo just laughed, and shook his head, “I need to call Christian, and the twins. Why don’t you take a shower and change and then we can order you room service.”

I nodded, and took my bag into the bathroom. There was a large jacuzzi tub there, and my eyes lit up. I drew myself a bath, and snuck into the room, taking the bottle of champagne and a flute back with me.

I relaxed in the hot bath for awhile, and drank almost half the bottle of champagne, relighting the small buzz the sake had given me earlier. I was so relaxed. My whole body felt tingly and I almost laughed at myself. I never drank much. My nerves had gotten the better of me, but it was worth it now.

I got out of the tub after Matteo gently knocked on the door asking if I was okay. I reassured him I hadn’t drowned, and dried myself off. I pulled open my bag in search of pajamas, and pulled out a pair of black silk shorts, and an almost sheer white silk camisole. My hair was still damp when I walked out, champagne, and glass in hand.

“Sorry, I drank most of this,” I giggled softly as I set it on top of the dresser.

No answer. I turned my head and saw Matteo standing on the balcony. It had stopped snowing but there was still a thin layer covering it. He was talking on the phone. I shivered slightly, but decided to follow him out. I slipped my feet into the fuzzy slippers provided by the hotel, and stepped out behind him. I could see his muscled chest pressing against his button down shirt, and I reached out my hands, lightly tracing his shoulder blades.

He froze for a moment, and then turned, “What are you doing it-”

He drank me in with his eyes for a moment, and then hung up the phone without even saying a goodbye to the person on the other line.

“Are you trying to drive me mad, little one,” he growled softly.

I don’t know if I was being pushed by the alcohal in me, or just my wonton lust for Matteo, but I simply stepped forward, and pressed myself gently against his chest, before going up on my toes, and kissing him.

He instantly responded, his lips parting and his tongue grazing mine. I moaned softly into him, and his hands pressed my lower back against him further. One of his hands trailed down and brushed my bare thigh,and I gasped, a shiver running through me. Matteo assumed I was cold, and using his speed he picked me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist, before he moved me inside, closing the door quickly behind him, all without breaking our kiss.

He laid me softly on the bed, his hungry kisses leaving my breathless mouth and training down my neck, and shoulder, before coming back up again. One hand held him up above me, and the other grasped my thigh, keeping my pelvis firmly against his. Another moan escaped me as I felt him twitch in his pants.

“Please, Matteo, take me,” I moaned into the crook of his neck as he kissed my shoulder again.

“You want me that bad, little one?” he growled, nipping at my collarbone gently.

I nodded quickly, another moan escaping me as he kissed my neck. I felt his hand moving from my thigh to the waistband of my shorts. He deftly entered under the thin fabric, his lips coming back to mine, as he trailed his finger through my folds.

I gasped in surprise as he suddenly entered me with two fingers, hooking upwards and making me quiver. My quiet moans filled the air as I squirmed under him, his hands working magic as he played with my sensitive nub, and alternated by teasing me, and plunging his fingers into my hot depths.

I felt my orgasm approaching, my moans growing more feverant, and my body twitching.

“Are you going to c*m for me, principessa?” he growled into my ear.

All I could do was nod, as he sent me closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure.

"I will take you Rose, but only if you marry me,” he hissed into my ear, before his lips moved to mine briefly.

He pulled back, his fingers pausing their assault, pulling me away from the edge. I groaned in frustration.

“Don’t be upset, little one,” he smirked at me, “I will give you what you want, but marry me.”

I nodded softly, pressing my hips up to regain contact. He began rubbing me with ferocity, cupping my face. I moved rapidly back towards the edge of release.

“Tell me you’ll marry me, little one, tell me you’ll marry me and I’ll let you c*m,” he growled down at me, his eyes black.

I nodded again, hurriedly, not wanting him to stop.

“Say it!” he demanded.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” I almost screamed, as I simultaneously came, my hips bucking softly as my body convulsed beneath him,

Matteo slowly ended his assault, and cleaned his wet fingers with his tongue like he did last time, before he pulled me into his arms, placing careful kisses along my head, and cheeks. He showered me in kisses while I came off my high, exhausted, and satisfied.

We sat in silence for several minutes, and finally he caressed my face, “I want you in every way Rose...if you are sure you want to be mine for the rest of our eternity, I will have you in every way. I won’t make love to you until you are my wife.”

I gazed up at him with heavy lids, and smiled softly, “I want you, Matteo, in every way. I will marry you.”

He nuzzled into my neck, kissing my temple.

“Rest, mio fiore, and I will call you some food. Just rest,” he shushed.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, wrapped up completely in his arms.