Mattheo Riddle is Valdemort's son.
Anna Duvall is his girlfriend.
Until a threat arrives and lingers above Mattheo's head.
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This is just a short story. I'm leaving some doors open to write a prequel, or maybe even a sequel.
English is not...
I should stop this. I should not let myself succumb to him. My mind was in such turmoil. I loved him so deeply and missed him even more. So much that the pain of not being with him became physical. But I had to protected him. I could not let Valdemort hurt Mattheo again and I certainly would not let him die, because a world without him was not a world I wanted to live in. So, breaking up with Mattheo had been the right decision.
Wasn't it?
I was so sure the choice I had made was the best and the only one possible. But now... Now that he was here, apologizing and professing his love for me, doubt started to make its way into my head again. Now, with his lips on mine and his tongue caressing them, asking me to open up for him, I was starting to realize that I could never escape him. That I actually didn't want to. He was a prison from where I didn't want to get out off.
An overwhelming force started to grow inside my body and realization hit. I had lost so much in my life already. I would never kiss or hug my parents again and there was nothing I could do about that. But with Mattheo? I could fight. I would fight. I wouldn't let anyone hurt him, but I would not let him go again. He was mine just as much I was his. Our souls have found each other in this life and they were bound to be together. How many people could say they found their one true love? Because I knew Mattheo was the one for me and I was not going to throw that away.
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Mattheo's hands were on my body, stroking the sides of me. His fingers grazed the outside line of my breasts above the fabric and I shuddered in his arms, feeling my nipples harden. In a slow motion he untied my robe and placing his hands underneath it, he stroked the warm skin of my lower stomach, just above my panties, with the tip of his fingers. I was not able to suppress a gasp. He moved so unhurriedly. It was like he was enjoying every inch of my skin and wanted this to last forever. It was like he was rediscovering my body.
"Bloody hell Anna... I missed you so much."
He whispered against my lips with his deep and husky voice.
"It did not seem to the last time I saw you..."
Shit!
I didn't want to say it, I didn't want to ruin this moment but the words came out of my mouth before my brain could process them. But his reaction was the opposite of what I thought it would be and it surprised me to feel him smirking.
"So, you were jealous!" He said with a smug and amused tone. His eyes flickered to mine and he looked seriously deep into them in an attempt to make me understand how serious his next words were going to be. "Nothing happened between me and her. She wanted to; I won't lie. She was practically begging for it. But I couldn't and you know why?"
I was unable to answer so I just shook my head.
"Because I want you. I need you. All I can think about... is you."
