Chapter 213 His Enchantress

In an instant, Emily's hands were pinned above her head, locked tightly in Matteo's grip. His eyes darkened with a raw, primal hunger as he gazed down at her like she was the most tempting feast he had ever laid eyes on—and he had been starving his whole life. Every inch of him buzzed with lust, the need to prove to this naive woman that nothing was wrong with him—that he was more than capable. He wanted nothing more than to penetrate her slick pussy with his steely girth and bury his rock hard cock inside her the whole night so she couldn’t even walk smoothly for a month, making her understand exactly what she had provoked. Matteo swallowed hard as he felt Emily’s soft whimpers against his neck, her body arching off the mattress, twisting and writhing beneath him, desperate for more friction against his aching, rock-hard length. He was absolutely doomed.