COLD TRAP

MATTEO 

I wake to heat 

My wife’s body, perfectly molded into mine, her mass of dark hair cascading over my chest, warms my heart. 

But it warms somewhere else, a place that sends an ache down to my core, causing my briefs to tighten. 

I kiss the back of my wife’s head, my arms around her waist tightening protectively while I pull her further into me as though if I let go even for a second, I’d lose her. 

It wouldn’t be so far fetched, losing my wife that is. It seems something I am too perfect in–1 either drive her away, or my baggages would do the job for me. 

Except, this time has to be different, I want to show her that we could always be a normal couple, a normal family. 

We can always wake up to 

to a peaceful 

I day, have a good laughs, and still be the wicked entities 

we are. 

My hands are now wandering, my fingers trailing the line that runs across her ribs to the curve of her waist 

She stirs, a small cry of a whimper eliciting in her throat. 

I don’t stop moving my hands. The left one travels further down until I’ve found the end of her nightdress. It disappears underneath the dress and begins moving slowly, upwards. 

The right hand buries into the hem of the dress and connects the left side of her breast, squeezing hard, thumb stroking her perked nipple. 

A moan erupts in her throat, her body tightening against mine. 

I can’t tell if she’s completely awake, but her breathing is too uneven for someone who still sleeps. But she doesn’t move to stop me, and I do not stop. 

The hand buried under her skin rides up the middle of her warm thighs, slowly stroking the skin, Esmell her essence, so out of this world. And the warmth of it, the desperation of her as she calls for my attention 

She’s pulsating erratically, wet and warm. I almost flip her over and shove myself deep inside her, because that is where I desire to be. 

Slow and steady, Matteo. 

I remind myself. 

Itease a finger across her slit, Strangled and heavy, a moan falls from her lips, her legs clamping together, trapping my hand. 

“Matteo,” she says on a whisper, almost wordless. “You’ve become quite insatiable these days. Should I be worried!” 

Her reasoning almost draws laughter out of me. 

Yes! I wish to scream, but instead, I inhale a long breath of the base of her neck, humming in satisfaction as the fragrance calms me. “We didn’t have a honeymoon, or even a real wedding. The type of wedding you would like. 

I tease her slit again, this time feeling the wetness of her juices coat my finger. It drives me to release a growl. 

My wife moans my name, her body jerking. So fucking responsive. “So?” She aks. 

“Would you like to marry me again and then go for our honeymoon in any place of your choosing?” 

I push my growing bulge into her wriggling ass. And instead of one finger, two fingers, index and middle, reach for her clit and press down on the pulsing bud 

She exhales frequencies of whimpers, her breathing more erratic than before, heart hampering in her throat. 

“We have lo 

jobs to get 

tto, Matteo. It’s bad enough that we’ve been cooped up in this room for God knows how long 

I squeeze her clit in a slight pinch and her words hang in her throat, a cry of pain and pleasure effciting. 

I grunt. “We run this show, princess, and we can decide when to go back to work.” 

“My father is still out there, and as long as that remains the case, we cannot live like normal people. We are not normal people” 

A chackle rumbles against my throat. I ease two fingers to her and press my thumb downs on her clit. 

She’s at my mercy Mine to touch and play with as I care. And her bosly agrees. 

I push into her, in and out, with sharp precisions. She moans and writhes against me, trying to speak, but her words are a mess of broken maiETRIES. 

Her pleasure is my pleasure. Because watching her body react to me in this manner after all this time and all my fuck ups, fills me with sa pleasure I’m about to burst my load all over her a41. 

“Who says we aren’t normal!” I breathe. “We breathe the same oxygen as others, we require the same things as others in order to survive…we are as normal as any human can be.” 

“T–that’s not what I meant to say she pants harshly, her hand grabbing my wrist to slow down my pace. I don’t heed. “Oh god, Matteo! That 

Her cries are rough, her body spasming, her hands shooting backwards, burying into my head, fisting chunks of my 

She’s close 

Then explain better, wife” 

hair 

She goes to speak. I finger fuck her faster, cutting her words. I drive her over the edge, pushing her closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. 

And when 1 fnd her driving off that edge, I stop, 

She cries her frustration. I don’t listen. 

I am a man on a mission, and I’ve been programmed to do whatever it take to achieve my goal. 

“Why have you stopped?” She turns her head to watch my face; one which I’ve masked with an expression of reluctance. “What’s wrong Matteo? You know I hate it when you do this!” 

Her words are quick with sharp breaths. She’s angry. A deprived woman is an angry woman. 

with 

you, 

She slides off the bed very quickly and reach for her robe. 

“What did you expect from me when you’ve just told me, in the middle of what we were doing, that you would not like to marry me properly” I say while sitting up. 

Her lips pull apart, a scoff breezing through, bewildered. “When have I said that sha?” She throws her hands in the air, looking more aggressive by the second. “I only pointed our that we aren’t normal people to want to live normal people’s lives.” 

“What does that even mean, Mirabella“” 

“It means a lot. per favore!” A hand goes to rest on her waist and another in her hair. “We have a formidable adversary roaming out there, ready to do whatever it takes to take us out of the picture. Then there’s our children whom we should be focused on protecting instead of planning happy weddings like some teenagers who are so in love. Then there’s a bunch of people who are able to afford a livelihood because of us; people who we cannot leave behind in pursuit of some happy wedding and a honeymoon. This business does not require our absence NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

I nod, sliding off the bed. I reach for my pants and pull them up as swiftly as I can. “So you’re not in love with me, is that what this is?” 

“I did not say that” 

“You clearly did!” I yell “You don’t want us having a wedding because of the business? Fine, I get it. But down playing our love, the love I feel for you? That is something I wouldn’t tolerate, Mirabella. But I get in, and I apologize for ever bringing up the issue of a wedding” 

Silence follows me into the washroom. 

Breathing out a sigh, I wash my mouth and proceed to washing my wash. Only, I feel my wife’s soft palms against my bare back. 

My heart begins pounding so hard against my ribcage 

Stupid fucking heart. 

“I’m sorry” she says, placing a tender kiss on the middle of my back. Tm sorry, okay?” She steps in front of me and palins my face, stroking my cheeks with her fingers, her eyes soft. “I love you, I am in love with you, Matteo Messina Denaro. And we’ll have a wedding, just not for now. Let’s wait until our business is handled, please?” 

How can I ever say no to my beautiful wife?