Chapter 089

Matteo's Pov

As I hold her into me, soothing her into calmness, my wife seems to relax further with every passing second.

“Did I go too far, baby?” I ask, my mouth resting on the space behind her ear.

“No, no, not at all, Matteo.” She exhales a staggered breath as she turns around to face me, her eyes holding mine. “I’m perfect.”

“Purple looks good on your skin,” I say on a whisper, leaning down to fuse my lips with hers. She gasps into my mouth and I expel a sigh of relaxation, my hands moving down to massage her ass.

I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and give it a small bite. The act draws a moan from Mirabella’s throat; a moan that sends excitement coursing through my bones.

Slowly, I begin leaning down, dragging my tongue in slow glides along her neckline. My wife’s hands come to rest on my shoulders fisting my shirt in a tight grip, her chest heaving with quickened breaths.

I run my tongue over her cold, tightly perked nipple before closing my lips around the bud. She throws