UNHOLY DESIRE

MATTEO POV

Today seemed to be better than most days. Having left as early as I could with Vittorio, we had gotten some information about some unknown people lurking on the island.

Although the information wasn’t as in-depth as I would have wanted it, it was still something, and it had given us a headstart. So, we moved about the island.

Even though we hadn’t gotten anything tangible, I guess the reason was because we only started the search. Perhaps tomorrow was better.

Wrinkling my nose as the scent of Rose wafted into my nostril as soon as I stepped into the room, I gazed around the darkened room in search of Deirdre.

I couldn’t find her.

“Babe,” I called, moving towards where the light switch was. Pressing it down, I jumped slightly as Deirdre materialized in front of me.

“Babe?” She murmured. Her voice was unusually low, and she lifted her head; a nonsensical grin was plastered across her face as she zombie-walked towards me.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“You’ve never called me that before,” She said, “And I like it.”

“Are you alright?” I asked as she stumbled forward.

Grasping her hand before she could fall as it seemed she couldn’t balance herself, my eyes narrowed, staring into her dazed eyes.

“Did you drink?” I asked, seeing the empty bottle of Chardonnay that was on the table.

Deirdre nodded, still smiling. She held her hand up, pointing to her pinky to emphasize the amount she had taken. “Just a tiny bit.”

“I told her to stay with you and not get you drunk,” I said.

“Not her fault,” Deirdre whispered. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on tiptoes. Puckering her lips, she moved them towards mine, and I shook my head.

“You’re drunk, Deirdre,” I said, hoisting her and leading her towards the bed.

Deirdre squealed, her arms spread out wide. “I’m not that drunk.”

Placing her on the bed and turning away from her, she jumped up abruptly, gripping my hand before I could leave.

“Could you play with my hair?” She questioned.

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes at her, “You need some water to get fucking sober. I have some news that might entail us getting out of here, but I don’t think you are in the right state of mind to listen to me right now.”

Deirdre shook her head, “You are right.”

Pushing her hands into her blouse, she lifted it above her head and tossed it on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I cleared my throat, eyeing the beautiful globe of her breasts.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if she had left the room in this way. She wouldn’t have dared to.

For some reason, her breasts look fuller, and her nipples even rosier. I noticed that yesterday after cupping her breasts. They fit perfectly into my hands.

Although they did fit before, they were much more fuller.

Deirdre climbed down from the bed slowly; she walked towards me and turned her back, leaning forward.

She stepped out of the jeans she wore, pulling off her panties as well, and she sat on the floor, her legs spread apart.

“Deirdre,” I whispered, squatting in front of her while trying to hide the fact that my dick was responding to her naked body.

She was fucking drunk and absolutely didn’t know what she was doing, but fuck. I couldn’t control my body. I couldn’t control how I felt about her at this moment.

“Touch me, Matteo,” Deirdre purred; she gripped my hand, leading it to the entrance of her pussy.

I tried to pull away, or maybe I didn’t try enough, but Deirdre didn’t let go. She placed my hand on her entrance, and she shuddered, tossing her head back letting out a throaty moan.

“You’re drunk,” I said.

It felt as though I was reminding myself about the fact that she was rather than taking what she was offering.

“If you don’t, I’ll,” She said, licking her lower lip.

She placed her hand on her pussy, and began to rub while making a tiny moaning sound.

Pushing a finger inside herself, she closed her eyes, “Oh, fuck Matteo, this feels so good. I wish you can enjoy this as much as I am.”

“Deirdre,” I murmured.

Deirdre pulled out her finger and lifted it to my lips, pushing it inside before moving in for a kiss.

I didn’t push her away; instead I welcomed it. The sweet juice from her pussy, coupled with the taste of Rose, made the kiss even sweeter.

She pushed me down to the floor, straddling me. Deirdre grinded into me while trailing soft wet kisses down my jawline.

She pushed her hands into my shirt, rubbing at my chest, and her lips found my earlobe.

Deirdre bit down on my earlobe. It wasn’t a gentle bite, and it wasn’t a hard one to make it fall off as well; then she moved to my tragus and laved on it, her tongue flickering towards my ear canal.

“Fuck, Deirdre,” I groaned, my hands moving to her waist

“You like it?” She asked, smiling coyly as she felt me shudder.

“Like it?” I grunted, “Fuck, I love it, you little she-devil!”

Standing to my feet with her legs still wrapped around me, I moved her towards the bed and set on her.

Going to the tabletop fridge, I opened it, pulled out a plastic bottled water, and uncapped it.

I grabbed Deirdre’s face, pushing the water to her mouth and forcing it down her throat.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you, darling? Then, you need to be fucking sober so you watch me do sinful things to your body. I want all that I do to you on this fukcing island to forever remain imprinted in your head because I owned you, Deirdre. I owned your goddamned body!”

Removing the water from her lips after she had taken enough, Deirdre gasped, her eyes widened.

“What the hell, Matteo? Are you trying to choke me to death?!” She cried out, gripping her throat.

“Repeat that when you have my dick inside your mouth,” I replied with a smirk.