Oblivion [18+]

Chapter 30

Camilla's POV

Matteo: Tell me how...how do I make it stop?

I look into his eyes and see nothing but regret. It was the first time that I saw Matteo so broken. He wasn't the devil himself right now, he was the fallen angel with the broken wings. He was full of remorse and regret, he was scared and confused and yet he knew he couldn't turn back time. He knew that even if he could he'd probably make the same choices leading to the very same results. And I knew it too.

When I saw him pointing his gun to my son, to our son, I thought that this was it. His need for revenge, his pain was above his love. He would kill our boy only to hurt me. And yet he didn't for me not to hurt... he was madness and I was in love with it.

I glance at my still sleeping son. Thankfully he is not one to get bothered easily while in deep sleep. I turn to Matteo's glassy gaze and before I can filter my words they leave my mouth.

Camilla: Make love to me. Claim me as you did the first time. Erase any other memory, from me, from you. Create that for us.

My voice is barely a whisper and for a moment I fear he didn't hear me. Only when he stands up and lifts me up in his arms without uttering a word I understand he did listen. He slowly walks us out the room carefully closing the door behind him and it's a matter of seconds before our lips find each other. It's sweet, it's pained, it's needy and it's desperate. He kisses me so passionately I forget why we ever fought like that, he kisses me just the way I like him to. Possessively, claiming me.

We grow impatient at the reminder of each others touch and soon our clothes start to fly around the room.

He stops when I am completely naked in front of him laying in the bed before he climbs on top of me allowing himself to kiss me deliberately on my neck and shoulders making me close my eyes in an attempt to treasure the feeling.

Matteo: How could I ever, even for a moment, forget how beautiful you are?!

The way he said it he wasn't only talking about my body. Right now I was not beautiful. My eyes were puffy, my makeup smuggled and my lips swollen and in need of his to cover them. Yet he saw me, all of me in what seemed like forever.

His lips traveled to my breasts and I suck in a breath as he kissed my nipples deliberately. He moved lower, slowly, he was taking his time and I let him. His hands caressing every inch of my body, my sides, my thighs, my tummy, my breasts, and every touch was fire, every touch was need. He knelt before me spreading my legs wide before his tongue fell flat on my core, I moaned closing my eyes at the sensation but it only lasted for a minute before he was on top of me again.

He covered my lips as he slowly entered me, so slow it was torture. When he was fully inside me our eyes met, our breaths mingled and he moaned softly at how I kissed his neck with my hands carefully wrapped around it.

Matteo: I love you Camilla. I love you more than life itself, I love you so much that I fail to express it the right way. And yet I love you wrong. I destroy you and you simply tolerate me. I even wonder if this can be considered love...

I look at him with adoration I couldn't control. He said he loved me. It was the first time those words left his lips and I couldn't get enough of the sound of them.

I wanted to answer, to tell him he was wrong. To tell him he loved me in the right way of wrong, to tell him we could figure this out. But we couldn't and we both knew that. That wasn't us. We didn't figure things out, not like that. And he knew it too, that's why he started moving while kissing me so hard it hurt me in the most blissful way.