The door to the luxurious suite opens, revealing an immense room, dimly lit by a group of candles in glasses with rose petals.
The scent invades Ginevra's nose, and her face softens at what her eyes see.
"Surprise, principessa," he whispers in her neck, making his warm breath cause the hairs on her body to stand on end.
The girl can't help but smile, and her eyes well up; it's her first surprise, and it's something majestic.
"This... This is for me?" she stammers slightly, and the tremor in her voice makes Matteo smile.
"For whom else but you, my love?" he murmurs, drawing the young woman to his chest, feeling the beating of her heart like the galloping of unbridled horses.
The closeness sends a shiver through her, and although her brain screams that it's not right, her heart and body scream at her to stay and face what's about to happen.
Two years of courtship, delaying the moment that has arrived like a lightning bolt that bursts into the night; questions dance in her head that seem more like accusations in an unfair trial.
"Will your father hate you more if you disappoint him this way?... Although that can't be possible because you alone witnessing it already do."
An internal debate begins that prevents her from enjoying the moment she has longed for, and today that it is finally palpable, for some reason she cannot fully enjoy it.
Matteo takes possession of her delicate lips, which for him are the sweetest and most addictive flavor that can exist.
Separating from her, he takes her hand and, after kissing it like a true gentleman, guides her through the place. Ginevra's eyes do not stop detailing everything she sees; the red balloons on the ceiling and the petals scattered everywhere catch her attention.
So, this is what it feels like to be loved, she thinks, while a radiant smile tattoos her face. Her eyes sting, and she wants to express each of the emotions she is experiencing.
"Welcome to our night, my love..." he brings his lips to her ear and gently bites her lobe.
He opens the chair next to the table dressed in gala, with a dish for two waiting to be eaten.
"Thank you, Matt... This is..." she stops herself to avoid crying and seeming more pathetic than she already feels she is.
"The best for my beautiful girl," he replies with a confident and sensual smile that makes her have to squeeze her legs together.
He takes the cutlery and begins to feed her in her mouth; every gesture of this man makes her want to pinch herself. It has been years of mistreatment and contempt, and this simple act fills her soul.
"Tonight will be unforgettable, my queen. I want you to remember this moment and me as your only man," he takes his green gaze to her blue-gray eyes and bites his lip at the beauty in front of him.
"Matt... Don't you think it's best to wait? After talking to Dad, we can get married and..." his face distorts, and a wrinkle crosses his forehead, causing her to stop her words when she sees that reaction.
"Sometimes I feel like you don't want anything with me; you always delay this for no reason. We are destined, and no one will change that," he clenches his fist as he formulates his words, with a severe tone and a disdainful look.
The girl's face saddens, and she denies with a pain in her chest for having made the only person who has loved her feel that way.
"No, love... That's not true, I love you, and you can't imagine how much, it's just that..." she tries to find the right words to calm him down.
"But nothing, you don't trust me and refuse to give me something that is mine, because you are only mine," his words make her feel calmer, and she relaxes her shoulders.
"Okay, my love, tonight is ours," Matteo smiles triumphantly and reaches out to take her hand and pull her up. Although she is still worried, she tries to hide it. Between kisses and murmurs from him, he takes her to the bed, which is also full of rose petals. For her, she is in some fairy tale that she doesn't want to end.
The smell of the petals intertwines with the man's expensive perfume. He leaves her in front of the foot of the bed and takes his hands to the zipper on her back.
Ginevra opens her eyes in surprise, and he gives her a reassuring smile. He lowers the zipper with impressive skill, and the fabric falls, leaving before his eyes what, by far, is the most beautiful and sensual body that his eyes have ever appreciated.
Her lingerie is not provocative, although it is not old either. Her panties are white and cover every due part very well, and her bra is made of thin fabric, without padding or underwire; nor does she need any of that for how perfect they are.
The bulge in his pants presses, threatening to blow the button. He licks his lips, and his eyes darken with desire.
"I don't understand your eagerness to cover such a work of art and having denied it to me for so long," his voice is deep and hoarse, lost in his carnal desires.
Without delaying the moment he so longs for any longer, he removes the only garment that covers his body, making her, apart from being embarrassed to be naked, feel even more ashamed to see him simply with a boxer that she can bet is not even his size.
"Beautiful is not a word that does you justice," he comments and pounces on her, causing both of them to fall on the bed. His delicacy disappears, and lust takes over him.
He kisses every corner of her delicate skin, as white as snow, leaving possessive marks, witnesses that he has deepened into her body.
The young woman only closes her eyes, silencing the guilt she feels. He, meanwhile, begins to run his hands over every part of her and removes the missing fabric, leaving her even more exposed than she is. He finishes taking off his boxer, causing her heart to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She has never seen one and having it live wreaks havoc on her mind.
"Tonight should be stuck in your head forever," he murmurs in her ear. She is only a bundle of nerve endings.
He opens her legs with his knee and, without extensions, introduces himself into her in one pull, which brings out a scream between surprise and pain.
"Shhh, it's okay, it's normal..." he begins to kiss her and move in and out of her.
The session for Ginevra is somewhat uncomfortable; at first a burning invades her, then that is replaced by more pain, until she finally begins to feel a certain sensation of pleasure.
"The fucking glory, see? It wasn't that difficult after all," he murmurs between excessive thrusts, and she doesn't understand his words, but she is experiencing so much that she doesn't pay attention to him.
"Look at me well, Ginevra, and remember who your pussy belongs to," he takes her by the neck without stopping his frenetic movements.
"Oh, Matt..." she murmurs without stopping until she feels that her legs can't take it anymore and he bathes her with the residues of pleasure.
The euphoria stops, and she is left with a feeling of emptiness; the excessive pleasure did not arrive, or perhaps it was what she felt moments ago.
"My little Ginevra," he kisses her lips once more and gets up to the bathroom with his back straight and with a pride that does not fit in his chest.
She stays in bed not knowing what to do. She lies down and covers her body with a sheet, and the stain of her virtue accuses her, reminding her of her failure. She gets lost in her thoughts and regrets, and she doesn't realize that Matteo is already standing next to her.
"Here..." he holds out a pill to her, and his gaze is no longer soft.
"What is that?"... she runs her body and realizes her clothes. "Why did you get dressed?" her eyebrows are furrowed, and she doesn't understand what is happening.
"It's an emergency pill, and you're going to take it now," he puts it in her mouth, leaving her frozen by his abruptness, and turns to take a glass and fill it with the jug that is on a nearby table. "Here, I don't have all night..." The poor girl is still petrified, she has no idea what is happening to her and why he is acting like this.
"Matt..." she tries, but he pushes the glass to her lips, and she has no choice but to do so.
"Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?" she sits up better to be able to order her ideas.
"Open your mouth..." his tone is so cold that it can easily create an ice cream.
"What for?" She's out of place.
"Ginevra, open," he orders, and she obeys and lifts her tongue to show that she swallowed that medicine.
"Good... Now get dressed. I got a call, and I have to go back," he sits on the bed and begins to move his fingers over his phone. The sweet man disappeared, and in his place is a totally different one.
She gets dressed with a pang in her chest. After being together, he barely sees her, doesn't open the door for her when she leaves, and leaves her a block before the mansion, and so what should have been pleasant became a nightmare.
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