Boundless

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 (𝟏𝟐)

Mattheo

The Astronomy Tower was quiet at this hour, the air sharp with winter's chill, but neither of us noticed. Not when she was beneath me, not when her lips were crushed against mine like she was trying to memorise me one last time.

One last time.

That's what she thought this was.

But Olivia Malfoy had always been a liar.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as I pressed her down onto the cold stone floor, my body slotting against hers like we were made for this—because we were. Her breath hitched when my hands slid beneath her shirt, fingertips tracing the soft skin of her waist before pushing the fabric up and over her head.

"Mattheo," she whispered, and fuck, the way she said my name—like it still belonged to her—sent a rush of heat through me.

I smirked against her throat, dragging my lips over her pulse, feeling the way it thrummed against my mouth. "You sure this is the last time, Malfoy?" I taunted, my voice low and rough.

Her breath shuddered, but her pride stayed intact. "Yes."

I chuckled darkly, letting my teeth scrape against her jaw, my hands roaming lower, feeling the way she shivered under my touch. "Liar."

Olivia let out a soft, desperate sound when I pressed against her, her hips bucking up to meet mine on instinct. She was already losing, and we both knew it.

I had her back.

Sebastian didn't matter anymore.

Nothing he could do would change this.

Because at the end of the day, Olivia and I made sense.

We always had.

My fingers made quick work of the buttons on her skirt, slipping it down her legs as she tugged at my shirt, nails scraping against my skin in frustration when she couldn't get it off fast enough.

"Impatient," I murmured against her lips, but I let her pull it over my head, let her hands roam over the scars and inked lines of my body like she was memorising them all over again.

Her eyes met mine in the dim light, pupils blown, lips already kiss-bruised.

"You always push too far," she whispered, echoing words from a lifetime ago.

"And you always let me," I shot back.

Then I kissed her again, swallowing her protest, her hesitation, her doubts—because none of them mattered.

I wasn't gentle. I couldn't be.

Not after all these months of watching her pretend to be someone else, pretend she wasn't mine.

I bit at her bottom lip, pulling a gasp from her as I pressed my body flush against hers, skin to skin, no barriers left. My hands gripped her thighs, fingers pressing bruises into her pale flesh as I parted them further, as I settled between them like I'd never left.

Her breath hitched when I rocked against her, her fingers tangling in my curls, pulling, grounding, needing.

"Tell me you still want this," I murmured, my lips ghosting over her throat, my teeth grazing that spot just beneath her jaw that always made her melt.

She let out a shuddering breath, her nails raking down my back. "You know I do."

My smirk was sharp against her skin. "Say it."

She hesitated, just for a second, and that was all the proof I needed.

She was still fighting this.

Still convincing herself this was a mistake.