Boundless

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕

Once we were back in his dormitory, Mattheo closed the door behind us and immediately wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest. The room was dimly lit by a few flickering candles, casting a warm, intimate glow over everything.

Mattheo ran one hand through my hair, toying with a few strands, while the other hand rested on the small of my back, pinning me against him. He leaned down, his mouth finding my neck and nibbling softly at the sensitive skin there. He trailed kisses up towards my ear, his breath warm and ragged against my skin.

"God, you looked so beautiful tonight," he whispered, his hands gripping my waist tightly.

"You looked pretty good yourself," I replied, my voice soft and breathless as his lips and teeth worked against my sensitive skin.

Mattheo chuckled softly at my response, relishing my reaction to him. His lips moved to my jaw, tracing a path over my skin until he found my mouth. He kissed me slowly and deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with practiced ease. He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine, his hands roaming over my back and hips.

I gasped at his touch, my body arching involuntarily against his, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Mattheo's presence was intoxicating, his touch electric, and I couldn't help but crave more of him.

He moved one hand under my thigh, lifting my leg up to wrap around his hip. His other hand gripped my hip, holding my body tightly against his. I let out a soft moan as he lifted my leg up, my body molding against his, my mind going fuzzy with desire. His touch was maddening, his hands and lips everywhere, setting my senses ablaze.

I ran my fingers through his hair, my nails scraping against his scalp, my body quivering with need. I could feel his arousal against me, and the knowledge of it only served to make me want him more.

Mattheo lifted me off the ground, my other leg wrapping around his hips as he carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently on the soft sheets. I reached up, my hands tangling in his hair again as I pulled him down on top of me, my mouth finding his in a desperate, needy kiss.

I moaned into the kiss, my body responding immediately to his touch, arching up against him involuntarily. Mattheo's hands on my thighs and his body pinning mine to the bed sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I nipped at his bottom lip, my fingers tugging at his hair, my body craving more of him, craving the feel of his skin on mine.

He growled softly at my touch, his body responding to me with a primal need. His mouth moved down my jaw, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake. He moved his hips against mine, the friction between us sending sparks of pleasure through my body. His hands roamed over my body, slipping under the fabric of my dress and exploring the soft, needy flesh beneath it.

I turned my head, my mouth finding his ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering hoarsely, "Please."

Mattheo lifted himself up, his hands pushing my dress up and over my head. He took a moment to admire my body beneath him, like a beautiful sculpture in the candlelight. I lay underneath him, my body completely exposed and vulnerable. The candlelight glowed on my skin, casting shadows over my curves and adding an almost ethereal quality to me. I inhaled sharply, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze, but the look in his eyes left no room for doubt or insecurity.

He chuckled softly, noticing the shiver that ran through my body as he admired me. Mattheo leaned down, his lips finding my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses along my skin until he reached my ear.

"Don't be shy," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "You're beautiful."

His hands roamed over my body, his touch light and teasing, his fingers tracing the curves and hollows of my body, mapping every inch of my skin. He took off his shirt, revealing a toned and muscular physique, his skin taut and flawless in the candlelight. He paused for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, watching as my eyes roamed over his body, admiring and craving his touch.

Mattheo grinned, a cocky smile playing at the edges of his lips as he unbuttoned his trousers, slowly revealing more of his body to my hungry gaze. He stepped out of his trousers, his body now completely bare before me. I could see the defined muscles of his stomach and chest, his broad shoulders and lean hips.

Mattheo moved towards me, his eyes dark and intense as he climbed back on top of me, his body pressing against mine, our skin touching and igniting a wave of desire between us. He positioned himself between my thighs, his body hovering above mine, his eyes never leaving my face. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my underwear, his touch light and teasing, his breath ragged and labored as he felt the heat and wetness of me against him.

He leaned down, his lips finding my neck again, nibbling and biting at the sensitive skin as he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and deep. "Are you ready, darling?"

I nodded desperately. Mattheo looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and burning, as he slowly began to enter me. My body instantly clenched around him, a low moan escaping my lips at the feeling of him filling me up. He paused for a moment, his body trembling with the effort to go slow, to give me time to adjust to the size of him.

He leaned down, his lips finding my ear, his voice a ragged whisper. "You feel so good, darling."

I moaned softly, my body arching against his, trying to bring him closer, to feel more of him inside me. My fingers scratched at his back, my nails digging into his skin, leaving a trail of red marks. I buried my face in his neck, my breath coming out in ragged pants as he began to move inside me, slowly at first, his pace measured and steady. I could feel the pleasure building inside me. His pace quickened, his body moving with a primal need, seeking the friction and heat between us.

I grabbed onto his arms, my nails digging into his skin, my body arching and writhing as I neared the edge of ecstasy.

"I'm close... fuck, Mattheo..." I moaned, my voice quivering and breathless.

He quickened his pace, his breath ragged and labored as he pumped into me hard and fast. "That's it, darling, let go for me," he said, his voice rough and deep, his body moving in a primal rhythm against mine, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Mattheo's words and movements pushed me over the edge, and I came undone beneath him, my body convulsing and shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I clung to him, my body trembling and quivering as I rode out my orgasm, my breath coming out in ragged pants, my mind swimming with pleasure.

"Oh god, Mattheo..." I gasped, my voice shaky and breathless.

He groaned loudly, his body trembling against mine, his breath ragged and labored as he pulsed inside me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body shuddering and quivering as his own release overtook him.

"Fuck, Stella," he gasped out, his voice ragged and hoarse, his body still trembling.

We lay together for a moment, both of us panting and breathless, our bodies sweaty and trembling with the aftershocks of our climaxes. He ran a hand through my hair, his touch gentle and tender, as he tried to slow his racing heartbeat.

"If our relationship is as good as our sex life, I think we've got a real chance," I laughed, wanting to break the silence.

Mattheo chuckled, his eyes wide with excitement before replying, "You're admitting we could have a relationship?"

I bit back my smile and looked at the ceiling to cool down the burning in my cheeks. I met his eyes, and my plan failed—I was a complete mess for him.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow and just enjoy tonight," I said softly, not wanting to get too deep or ruin the moment.

Mattheo nodded and pulled me against his chest. "Tomorrow it is," he mumbled.

Out of exhaustion and contentment, my eyes fluttered shut as I listened to the sound of his heartbeat.