Accardi by allison franklin novel

You Were My Favorite Hurt, And My Hardest Goodbye by Ava Knight 82 Summary Matteo returns home quietly, anticipating finding Genevieve in a seductive state, but is surprised to find her asleep and naked on his bed. He slowly undresses and carefully approaches her, gently awakening her with tender touches and kisses. Their intimate connection quickly intensifies as Matteo pleasures her with a mix of passion and care, leading to a deeply sensual and emotional experience between them.

As their lovemaking progresses, Matteo and Genevieve share moments of vulnerability and closeness, with Matteo teasing her and expressing his desire. After their passionate encounter, they lie together, exchanging playful banter about the provocative pictures she sent him during an important meeting. The warmth and affection between them are evident as they enjoy the quiet aftermath of their union. Genevieve then playfully tempts Matteo for another round, showing her boldness and desire. Matteo responds with teasing and enthusiasm, but eventually relents when she asks for a break.

He promises a slow and drawn-out second round after he showers, leaving Genevieve relieved but eager for what's to come. The chapter ends with a mix of anticipation and tender connection between the two lovers. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter Eighty-Two Matteo carefully unlocked the door to their apartment, stepping inside with a cautious glance around, searching for any sign of her presence. The quiet hum of the security system was the only sound, its persistent beep reminding him to disarm it.

Without hesitation, he punched in his code, silencing the alarm, then secured the locks firmly for the night. Setting his belongings down on the small table by the entrance, he moved toward the bedroom, anticipation building with every step. Throughout the drive home, Matteo's mind had been filled with vivid images of how he might find her. Would she still be wrapped in that soft robe? Maybe she'd changed into something more playful-a delicate teddy, a barely-there thong, or perhaps a teasing lace ensemble that left little to the imagination?

But as he entered the bedroom, the sight before him stopped him cold. There she was, stretched out across his bed in a languid, seductive pose. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady, completely at peace. And she was utterly naked. Matteo's breath caught as he stood frozen in the doorway, drinking in the breathtaking view. Quietly, he began to shed his clothes, careful not to disturb her slumber. His suit jacket was the first to go, tossed onto the armchair near his closet.

He loosened his tie and let it fall beside the jacket, then unbuckled his belt, slid off his pants, and finally removed his socks. All the while, his gaze remained locked on her serene form, afraid to blink and lose this perfect moment to a mere illusion. Only after unbuttoning his shirt did he move forward, peeling it off and letting it fall in a soft heap on the floor before pulling his undershirt over his head. Grateful for the softness of the mattress, he lowered himself onto his hands, careful not to shift the bed and wake her.

Slowly, he crawled toward her, trailing his hand along the smooth line of her leg. Gen inhaled deeply, a slow breath that caused her to shift slightly in sleep. A faint smile curved her lips, and a soft moan escaped as his lips brushed over her flat stomach. Settling onto his own stomach, Matteo gently positioned her legs over his shoulders. His eyes remained fixed on her peaceful face as he lowered his mouth to the place where desire and tenderness met. He wasted no time, running his flattened tongue in one long, deliberate stroke over her most intimate spot.

Genevieve responded with a low moan, her body arching upward instinctively. Matteo repeated the motion, then took her clitoris between his teeth, biting gently. Her body tensed, her back arching off the bed as if an electric current had surged through her spine. There was no letting up from Matteo. As her eyes snapped open, he focused intently on his task. His hands gripped her thighs firmly as she began to writhe above him, fingers tangling in his hair.

His mouth alternated between licking, nipping, and sucking her most sensitive places, and the scent of the soap he'd bought for her-sweet cherry and vanilla-mingled with her natural taste. A low groan escaped him as her wetness overwhelmed his senses. "Matteo," she whispered softly above him. She tugged at his arms, silently begging him to stop before she lost herself completely. But he was already lost, utterly captivated. He sucked hard on her clitoris until her fingers slipped from his arm to clutch the bed sheets beneath them.

Her hips began to move in rhythm with his mouth, so close to release she finally surrendered to the delicious torment he delighted in inflicting. Releasing one thigh, he slid two fingers slowly inside her warmth. Genevieve gasped, pressing her hips upward against his intrusion. Her body trembled beneath him, drawing in a sharp breath. Her hips stilled, legs shaking as he coaxed an orgasm from her with the suction of his mouth. He continued to swirl his tongue over her until her hips relaxed and collapsed onto the mattress.

Chuckling softly, Matteo admired her flushed face, the way she hid behind trembling hands. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he climbed over her, lips still slick with her essence tracing a path up her stomach. Her nipples had hardened into tiny peaks, and he took his time, sucking each one until they were tender and erect. "Mitteo..." Gen murmured, utterly spent and whimpering beneath him. "Want me to stop, Weakness? You'll have to push me away," he whispered into the hollow of her neck, his fingers rubbing the tip of his painfully swollen cock through her soaked folds.

She moaned, a high-pitched, desperate sound, as he continued to tease her tender core. "Come on, now," he urged, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder as he positioned himself at her entrance. Raising his mouth to her ear, he whispered, "Or has my mouth already done you in?" He slid forward, and the sound that escaped her lips was one of total surrender. She hissed as he pulled back and then pressed deeper inside. Her hardened nipples brushed against his chest, and she gasped for air.

"Next time, you'll know better than to tease me and fall asleep like you're just waiting for me to fuck you... won't you, Weakness?" Matteo growled into her ear. "Don't worry, I won't take long. I've been waiting for this all day." Gen moaned long and hard as he began a fierce rhythm. Each thrust of his hips against hers drew a desperate sound from her lips, while her fingernails dug into the muscles of his upper arms. It was barely a minute before he was gasping between clenched teeth, the pleasure of being inside her surging through his entire body.

He pulled her legs up straight, wrapping his arms tightly around them as he drove into her. "Matt... pl plea... ah!" she gasped. The sound of his hips slapping against her filled the room, pushing him over the edge. He growled deeply as his climax rushed through him mid-thrust. He slammed into her roughly two more times before stilling, savoring the sensation of her muscles clenching tightly around him while he released. The warmth of their shared ecstasy mingled, his seed flowing freely inside her. Throwing his head back, he struggled to catch his breath.

"Oh my God," Gen whimpered beneath him. Squeezing her legs once more, he then let them fall limply to either side. Gen stared up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Matteo leaned forward, resting his head on her ribcage between her breasts. He felt her hands settle gently on his head as their breathing slowed and synchronized. "Don't send... pictures unless... you can handle... the repercussions," he stammered between ragged breaths. "You told me to send nudes," she countered with a soft laugh. Matteo chuckled in response, turning his head so his chin rested on her sternum.

"I didn't expect you to actually do it. Especially in the middle of an important meeting." Gen's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. Looking down at him, she teased, "Don't open my messages during important meetings!" He laughed quietly and pressed a tender kiss to her damp skin. "I'll never be able to ignore you, Weakness." "Are you hungry?" she asked. "I left some lasagna for you. I can heat it up if you want." "No, dessert was more than enough, thank you," he replied with a playful wink. Though he still needed a shower, Matteo sat up.

Gen propped herself against the headboard, piling her long hair atop her head in a loose bun. She gave him a lazy, inviting smile as he stood, biting her lip as her eyes roamed down his torso. Leaning on the bed with his palms, Matteo raised an eyebrow. "Careful, Genevieve. Round two might just destroy you if you're not careful," he warned. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she rubbed her thighs together. One hand skimmed down her stomach, her middle finger sliding between her folds. Her eyes fluttered closed as she pulled her finger back up and slipped it into her mouth.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she withdrew it with a pop. Her eyes opened again, sparkling with a daring challenge. She laughed quietly at his obvious surprise. Matteo shook his head, closing his mouth in stunned silence. Then he reached out, grabbed her ankle, and yanked her toward the edge of the bed. Gen squealed, turning over to escape. "Oh, fuck yeah, Weakness, just like that," he groaned, gripping her waist and lifting her hips for a biting reward. "Stop!" she shrieked, laughing uncontrollably. "Stop?" he teased, pressing his thickening cock against her entrance once again.

"Oh God, no," she begged, even as her hips pushed back against him. "You have two options here," he said, his voice low and commanding. "One: I take you hard and fast, right here, right now," he added, pushing just enough for the tip to spread her aching walls. "Or two: you be a patient little girl, and I take you slow and measured after my shower." "After!" she cried, trying to pull away. "Hmm, are you sure?" he asked, holding her waist firmly to keep her from escaping.

"I got my release with that last round, so I think I could make you beg even longer this time." "God, Matteo, please, I need a break," she pleaded. Matteo glanced down at the faint puncture mark on his hand-a reminder of the last time he ignored her warnings. With a sigh, he finally released her. She scooted away on hands and knees, flipping onto her back to keep a wary eye on him. Clenching his cock in a firm grip, he stroked himself slowly. "Slow, measured, and painfully long it shall be then," he promised with a wink, turning toward the bathroom.

He smiled faintly at the sound of her long, relieved breath behind him. Conclusion In the quiet aftermath of their intense connection, Matteo and Genevieve find themselves wrapped in a tender embrace that speaks volumes of their deep passion and unspoken understanding. The moments they share are charged with vulnerability and desire, revealing the delicate balance between their fierce love and the playful challenges they throw at each other. Their physical closeness mirrors the emotional intimacy they've built, a sanctuary where they can be wholly themselves without fear or hesitation.