Annika Remo, a beautiful and innocent young woman, hides a painful past while living with her unsympathetic uncle and aunt, relying on her fantasy novels to escape. Unbeknownst to her, her uncle has put her on a dangerous blacklist. Matteo King, the...
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Annika Remo
The hotel's ancient walls made it look even more beautiful. Wrapping the towel against my body a little tighter, I sat on the bed and looked around the room. The décor was tasteful and elegant, with warm hues and luxurious fabrics. As I gazed out the window, I could see the sprawling cityscape beyond, the twinkling lights like stars in the distance.
The bed sheets were crisp and cool to the touch, inviting me to sink into their comfort. I lay on the sheets, looking up at the ceiling, which was adorned with intricate designs and chandeliers that added to the grandeur of the room.
My breathing felt uneven at the thought of Matteo. His touch had lingered on my skin, and his words echoed in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. But the memories of our time together flooded back, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of his mischievous grin and the way he made me feel alive.
My body felt hot, and my mind was clouded with desire. My hand found its way down my thigh, and I bit my lip as I traced the curve of my hipbone. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about him like this, but I couldn't help it.
The way he touched me, the way he whispered my name—it was all too much to resist. I let out a soft moan as my fingers traced further down, feeling the wetness between my legs. I knew what I needed, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was wrong, and I didn't want to feel ashamed afterwards. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I needed him. I needed him to touch me, to kiss me, and to make me feel alive again.
I closed my eyes and pictured him in my mind, with his chiselled jawline and piercing brown eyes. The way he looked at me made me feel like the only woman in the world. I could almost feel his lips on mine and his hands exploring every inch of my body. The desire was too strong to ignore, and I gave in to my cravings. Pusing my fingers inside myself, I moaned his name softly, imagining it was him who was bringing me to this pleasure. As I moved my fingers in and out, I couldn't help but think of how much better it would feel if he were here with me.
The thought of his body pressed against mine, our breaths mingling, sent shivers down my spine. I continued to pleasure myself, my thoughts consumed by him and the intense desire I had for Matteo. My desire for him drove every stroke, every touch, and every moan.
My eyes are finally open, and my body leaves the sheets when I come to climax. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath and feeling the afterglow of my release. But even as I basked in the pleasure, I knew that it was only a temporary relief. The longing for Matteo was still there, burning inside me like a flame that refused to be extinguished.
Matteo's voice makes me snap my head in his direction, and I see him leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. My heart races as I take in his chiselled features and muscular physique, and I feel a rush of desire wash over me once again.
Was he watching me? I wonder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the thought. But before I can ask him, he strides over to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Enjoying yourself?" he asks, his voice low and husky.
