Lust & Magic ~ Mattheo Riddle

Chapter six❤️

The kiss is not slow, nor gentle. It is exactly what one would think kissing Mattheo Riddle would be like. It's hot, it's rough, overwhelming, intoxicating, consuming.

I feel the heat radiating off him, an addictive mixture of alcohol and desire that makes me want to get so much closer to him.

His hands hold my waist, gripping so hard it hurts, keeping me in place as if he fears that I might escape , but I know that's probably not the case. He could have any girl he wants, he wouldn't care if I stopped the kiss now, would he?

Not that I want to stop, anyways.

My fingers find Mattheo's dark curls, gripping them tightly, as if it's the only thing saving me from falling to my knees. His hands wander, slipping beneath the hem of the mini black skirt I have on, the contact of his cold palms with my skin makes me shiver.

I want more of this. So much more.

"I need to have you Ellie. Now." Mattheo demands into my ear. I shouldn't want this, I don't want this. But when I feel his lips on my neck, kissing and biting, I can't help the soft moan that escapes me.

He is drunk, I am too, that's why there is no way I'm going to agree to this, as horny as I am at the moment, I still hate him, I know I would regret it tomorrow.

I know this is a bad idea, bad idea Ellie, a fucking bad idea.

But the words come out of me uncontrollably "Take me to your dorm."

.................

The way back to the castle is just a blur, I'm pretty sure we walked but I won't be surprised if Mattheo did Apparition on us to teleport us into his room.

One moment we're outside, fully clothed, and the next, our clothes are gone, probably somewhere on the floor, and I'm falling onto his bed. Mattheo is right on top of me, our lips crash together again, urgent and demanding.

I wrap my legs around his waist, desperate to feel him closer, but Mattheo apparently has other plans. He bites my lower lip before breaking the kiss, and with a swift motion, he flips me over, I gasp as my face meets the soft pillow. He grips my thighs and pushes them apart, exposing me completely.

Before I can even process what's happening, he thrusts inside me. The pain is sharp, and I cry out, clenching the matters beneath me. Mattheo doesn't give me a moment to adjust, he's already pulling out and pushing back in, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body.

I'm still feeling so dizzy from the alcohol, the world around us is spinning, but all I can focus on is the overwhelming sensation of him fucking me.

He pushes inside me, again, and again, and again. I hear the noises I make that I have no control of, I hear him, panting. I feel him, his hands dig into my hips, holding me firmly as he finds his rhythm- fast, hard, brutal.

I have no sense of time, it feels as if we've been doing it for hours, just when I think I can't take anymore, he slows down his pace, almost to a stop. And then he stops.

"Ellie..." He gasps between breaths. A few seconds pass before he pulls out, I feel some wetness coming down my thighs, but that's not....

Wait a damn second

Mattheo lays on his back and a rush of anger surges through me when the realization hits.  I turn to him, fury igniting my chest. "Did you come?"