UNHOLY DESIRE

No special occasion



DEIRDRE POV

DAY ELEVEN

Groaning, as I rolled on the bed, my hand patted where Matteo should be, and I drew closer, only to open my eyes as it felt cold to my touch, and also, I didn’t see Matteo there.

I sat up on the bed, slowly, ignoring the ache spreading through me, from my pussy, down to my nipples. However, my pussy wasn’t the only place that was sore. Every part of my body.

I remembered every bit of detail that happened last night, embarrassingly so. Yet, I craved Matteo’s touch more than ever.

I was only embarrassed that I had gotten drunk and initiated the whole thing without an iota of shame in me.

Maybe I shouldn’t be ashamed, but I couldn’t help it. Also, I was lucky to bypass hangover.

I guessed it was due to the water Matteo had forcefully shoved down my throat that didn’t make me wake up feeling nauseous this morning, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel a headache.

It could easily be ignored, but at the same time, it was still there.

Matteo stepped into the room, casually dressed, laid-back, yet stylish, and was very much befitting for a walk.

He was wearing a light blue linen button-down shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscular inked arms. Paired with the shirt, he opted for beige chino shorts that hit just above the knee; on his feet were brown leather sandals to complete his look.

Frowning, I looked up at him as he pushed down his aviator glass down his nose.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Baby,” He said, walking towards me.

I flushed, shaking my head. He had called me many endearments, and I had never for once blushed whenever he said them. But the term Baby seemed to hit differently, and I wouldn’t deny liking it.

Matteo seemed to be aware of the fact that I liked it, too, as he smirked.

He bent towards me, gently gripping my chin with one of his hand and bringing it towards his lips.

“No,” I muffled, pushing him.

“Why not?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Don’t tell me we fucked last night for you to reject me this morning? I literally poured all my feelings to you, Deirdre.”

If saying I missed you meant pouring feelings.

I rolled my eyes, covering my mouth, “I haven’t brushed, Matteo. Stop trying to kiss me whenever I come awake.”

“You always let me kiss you as soon as you come awake, what changed? Even if you have a smell breath, which I wouldn’t mind, I’d still want you.” He said, his tone serious.

“Do I have a bad breath?” I asked him, climbing down from the bed and stumbling slightly.

Matteo caught my hand, steadying me.

“You don’t,” He said.

“Don’t try to make me feel better,” I murmured.

“You don’t Deirdre. I’m big on hygiene, and no, I wouldn’t come close to anyone with a smelly breath.” Matteo responded.

“But you said even if I do have a smell breath, you wouldn’t mind,” I pointed out, folding my arms.

Matteo stilled, and his eyes locked on mine briefly before he shook his head, “I know what you are doing, Deirdre, and no, I won’t respond to that. You should freshen up and get dressed.”

“What’s the occasion?” I asked, stepping towards the bathroom. I stayed by the entrance, gasping as I gazed at the several roses that lined the entrance of the bathroom to where the bathtub was.

“This is…” I whispered, turning around to where Matteo was, but he was no longer in the room.

My gaze caught a glimpse of a rose bouquet on the bed, and I stepped towards it, grabbing and inhaling.

Pulling out the note stuck in it, I read, “Every petal symbolizes a moment I cherish with you. Looking forward to creating more memories together. Love, Matteo, your darling husband.”

It was only a simple statement. But I couldn’t resist giggling and blushing. Matteo’s kind gesture warmed my heart. He could be a beast sometimes, but he surely did have a heart.

Setting the bouquet down, I walked back to the bathroom. The bathroom was transformed into a romantic oasis, with flickering candles casting a soft, warm glow over the room and the air filled with the sweet scent of roses. The trail of petals leading to the bathtub beckoned me closer, enticing my step into the luxurious bath that awaited her.

I halted as I felt another presence. His presence. I didn’t bother turning because I doubted there was a need for that.

Matteo’s voice broke through my reverie, drawing my attention back to him.

And that instant, I turned to face him, my heart fluttering at the sight of him in his outfit. For the second time, staring at him today, he made me mentally swoon for him.

“There’s no special occasion,” Matteo said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I just thought we could use a little relaxation and pampering after last night.”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks at the memory of our passionate encounter. Despite my earlier embarrassment, I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me at the thought of spending more intimate time with Matteo.

“Well, in that case, I suppose I could use a nice soak,” I replied, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

Matteo grinned, his gaze lingering on me. I stripped slowly out of the bathrobe I wore in front of him, yet he was still staring.

I couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth at the way he looked at me as if I was the only woman in the world.

As I lowered myself into the fragrant bath, I let out a contented sigh, feeling the tension melt away from my muscles.

Matteo’s presence filled the room, his gaze never leaving mine as she leaned back against the porcelain tub, basking in the romantic ambiance that surrounded us.

I didn’t want him to leave as well; I craved his presence as much as he craved mine.


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