~Adrian's POV~
I love my man's chest. I love the solid weight of it, the power behind it. And even though Matteo's chest was sculpted from pure, unyielding muscle rather than soft flesh, there wasn't a single day I saw him shirtless without instantly getting hard.
I loved grabbing him there, craving the feel of his solid weight under my palms.
Right now, the craving to completely possess him consumed me. I pushed him backward onto the plush, oversized outdoor sofa. He let out a low grunt as he hit the cushions, and I immediately climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs.
I leaned down, burying my face in his chest, grabbing the hard muscle with both hands as I wrapped my lips around his nipple, sucking and licking it slowly, letting my tongue swirl against the heat of his skin.
Matteo's hands came up, burying his fingers deep into my hair as his chest heaved beneath me. "Fuck, Adrian..." he groaned, his back arching slightly off the sofa.
But I was too hungry to stop there.
