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...
Am I the one who thinks that the smut/spice is a lot better/hotter when it's told from the male POV?
Enjoy my loves.
Mattheo's POV
Anna was flushed to the core, the redness spreading from her cheeks, to her neck and reaching her collarbone. Her body was limp in my arms. I'm pretty sure that if I was not holding her, she would crumble to the floor. She was a fucking mess and she looked so fucking beautiful like this. A faint layer of sweat covered her body and her forehead. She was burning hot to the touch. And knowing that I was the cause of her state made my chest swell with pride and self-satisfaction. But that was not the only thing that was swollen. I was so fucking hard and there was not nothing that I wanted more than to burry myself inside of her. My whole body ached for hers. But I made a promise and I intended to fulfill it. I wanted to enjoy her for as long as I could. I wanted to make her whimper and beg. I was drowning in desire and love and I wanted to drowned her with me.
Her breathing had normalized a slight and she opened her eyes a little, looking up at me. A ghost of a smile spreading in her lips.
Gods, I missed her so much!
I realized that my fingers were still inside her. I curled them pulling a gasp out of her.
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"Mattheo..."
She was sensitive after her orgasm. And she was shamefully wet. I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth. Sucking them slowly without tearing my eyes from hers. Tasting her! She tasted like fucking nectar.
"I'm not done with you love." I grabbed her ass and lifted her up from the dresser. Her legs enveloped my waist and her hands gripped my shoulders. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through my pants, wetting them. I needed to get rid of my clothes soon. They were suffocating me. I wanted to feel her skin on mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. Her mouth. Her tongue. Everything.
I moved toward the bed and carefully laid her there on her back, her arms resting above her head. I stood up and looked at her. Fuck. She looked like a fucking goddess. Her curvy body splayed on the mattress. Her milky white skin a perfect contrast with the dark green duvet. Her golden hair spread around her head like a halo. And the way she was looking at me right now through narrowed eyes made me feel like a god. How could have I ever doubt that she loved me? Never again.
"Are you going to take your clothes or do you want me to?", she asked with a little smirk, arching a brow at the same time. I chuckled.
"Spread your legs for me..." I said as my gaze went down to her pussy. She complied, parting her legs for me. But I wanted more. "Wider love, until you can't anymore." And she obeyed, baring herself fully to me. Her body on full display for me to enjoy.
