Mattheo riddle imagines

Temptation 5

(Love me like you do)

(Andrea's pov)

How could he? How could he be so infuriating?

I make my way to Ms McGonagall's office, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, lost in my thoughts. He always knows what to do and what to say to make me want to strangle him. Just as I turn the corner, I feel a strong arm snake around my waist and a hand cover my mouth. My back is pressed upon someone's front. The smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne hits me. Mattheo. I grab his wrist, trying to loosen his grip, but he won't budge. 

"Shhhh shhhh."  

I twist my body so my front is pressed up against his chest. My jumper rises up my body, leaving my stomach bare against him. The cold metal from his rings gives me goosebumps as he touches my skin. 

Before I could blink , he sweeps his thumb over my lips. Again. What was with this man and touching me? 

"What are you doing?" I stare up at him, while his fingers never leave me face.

"How can you be so clueless?" His gaze turns from bold to tempting.

"What do you mean?" I ask quietly.

"Fuck." 

He doesn't break eye contact. Not even for a breath. "It's so exhausting pretending to hate you."

This pulls me short, and - even though I know it now, the truth of it still blows through me - I ask, "So you don't hate me?"

"Nope," He presses his tongue to his inside cheek while shaking his head. "Never did."

My breath hitches in the back of my throat. Our hips knock together as Mattheo steps closer, closing the small space between us. 

He moves his head to be level with mine, "You drive me absolutely insane, Andrea Black." His hands cup my jaw on either side. My heart beats wildly in my chest. "You are stubborn, smart-mouthed, and too passionate for your own good. You are maddening- no, infuriating- and yet all I've thought about for the past week is what it would be like to kiss you."

My stomach betrays me, butterflies erupting in it instead of the fiery anger I stoked on my way here.

"Then kiss me," I breathe out.

"Are you ever going to stop telling me what to do?" Before I can answer, his lips crash into mine, claiming them for his own. He tightens one of his hands around my waist and ran one up my back, pushing me harder against his chest. He tastes like mint and cigarettes.

(mattheos pov)

She tastes like cinnamon. 

 Her mouth opened , lips parted, and I was never one to leave an opportunity unexplored. Every part of me wanted to wrap around her, wanted to make this a special kiss, make every touch one she craved, because slowly I was becoming an addict and I didn't want to be the only one. A few weeks earlier maybe I would have been able to resist her, but now, stepping back wasn't an option. I wasn't strong enough.

Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I grab her thighs and lift her legs around my waist.

Our lips  broke apart for air , so I set her down. Panting with my pulse pumping in my veins, I looked into her eyes. She looked into my eyes, shocked. What I would give to know what she was thinking.

"I think I should go."

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SOOOO sorry for not posting, been so busy

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-Anastasia