Boundless

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝟐𝟗)

Olivia

It still didn't feel real.

If you had asked me a few months ago, when Mattheo was expelled and I was with Sebastian, if I ever thought I would end up back with Mattheo, I would have laughed. Back then, I couldn't imagine anything more ridiculous than me, Olivia Malfoy, back in his arms after everything that had happened. After how he had been forced to leave, after two years of me being with Sebastian, after all the lies and heartbreak that came after it.

But here I was, sitting on Mattheo's lap in the common room, the warmth of his body against mine, the easy way he wrapped his arms around me like he never wanted to let me go. We were back together. Officially. The whole school knew it, our friends were teasing us, and I couldn't have cared less.

I couldn't believe how much I loved this—how much I loved him. Every moment with him felt like a gift, something I had been waiting for, even when I hadn't known it. It was real this time. No more doubts, no more second-guessing.

As I sat on his lap, his arms wrapped around me like they always had, I found my fingers idly tracing the bracelet he gave me for Christmas. It had been a simple thing then, something he had slipped onto my wrist with that smile of his, the one that always made my heart skip. But now? It meant everything. It had gone from being just a gift to something I wore as a reminder of how far we had come.

When he gave it to me in the garden of my home, the world felt like it was moving in slow motion. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful, even though I didn't know it at the time. Now, as I traced the bracelet with my fingers, I realised just how much more it meant to me now that we were official. It wasn't just a piece of jewellery anymore—it was a symbol of our love, of everything we had fought for, everything we had overcome to get to this point.

"Are you going to keep staring at that bracelet all night?" Mattheo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to find him grinning at me, the teasing glint in his eyes making me smile despite myself.

I rolled my eyes, but there was no hiding my affection. "It's not just a bracelet, Mattheo," I said, my voice soft, and his teasing expression faltered for just a second.

"I know, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. "You're just being sappy."

I laughed, resting my head against his shoulder. "I can't help it. You've turned me into a sentimental fool."

His arms tightened around me, and he gave me a playful squeeze. "It's okay, Liv. I kind of like it. Makes me feel special."

"You are special," I said, my voice quiet but earnest. "More than you know."

The teasing smile was back on his lips, but his eyes softened as he looked at me. "I should've known. All this mushy stuff, and I'm just going to make you do it more now, aren't I?"

I laughed again, the sound bright and carefree as I met his gaze. "Maybe. But only because you're worth it, Mattheo."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, grinning. "I'm sure you say that to all the boys you sit on."

I punched his arm lightly, though my smile didn't fade. "Shut up, idiot."

But there was no hiding how happy I was. How content I felt sitting here with him, feeling so sure about us, about everything we had built back up. In that moment, the world could have been falling apart around us, and I wouldn't have cared. It was just us. The way it was always supposed to be.

I could feel the warmth of his body beneath mine, and I couldn't help but smile as I relaxed into him. This—us—was real, and for the first time, I truly believed it.

—

Tucked beneath his bed sheets, my lips roamed across his neck and collarbone, lingering where I knew he was most sensitive. Each kiss, each soft bite, sent shivers through him, and I felt his fingers tighten around my hips, digging in just enough to make me smirk against his skin.

A quiet groan escaped him as I marked him again, sucking just hard enough to leave a reminder of me—something only I got to see, something that belonged to us. His breath hitched, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted. I had a lot of making up to do, and what better way than this?

I pulled back slightly, taking in the way his dark eyes burned with something between desire and adoration. The way his lips parted, his chest rising and falling a little heavier than before. The way he was looking at me—like I was the only thing that existed.

Slowly, I sat up, the cool air brushing against my skin as I reached for the hem of my teddy dress. His hands followed the movement, fingertips ghosting up my thighs, teasing, urging, until I pulled the fabric over my head and tossed it aside.

Mattheo exhaled sharply, his tongue flicking over his lips as his hands slid up my bare waist. His gaze was full of heat, but there was something softer beneath it too. Something more.

"Fuck," he murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. His hands gripped my hips as I straddled his lap fully, my fingers trailing up his chest. "You're unreal, baby."

I leaned down, brushing my nose against his before pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his lips. "Then touch me like I'm real."

A wicked smirk crossed his face, his grip tightening, and in an instant, he flipped us over, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

"You don't have to tell me twice," he whispered, kissing me deeply.

Mattheo's lips crashed into mine, swallowing my gasp as he pressed me into the mattress. His hands roamed my body, tracing the curves he already knew so well, like he was relearning me, like he wanted to memorise every inch of me all over again.

His kiss was hungry, desperate, but there was something else—something deeper. A rawness, an ache, a need that went beyond just physical. I felt it in the way he held me, in the way his hands trembled slightly as they slid down my body.

My fingers tangled into his curls, pulling him closer, needing him just as badly. "Mattheo," I breathed against his lips, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"Say it again," he murmured, his lips dragging down my neck, across my collarbone, leaving heat in their wake.

"Mattheo," I moaned, tilting my head back as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart.

His eyes met mine then, dark and hooded, but filled with something more than just lust. Love. It was there, unspoken, but so obvious it stole my breath away.

"You sure, baby?" he asked, his voice low, rough.

I nodded, biting my lip as I pulled him closer. "I need you."

That was all it took.

He moved slowly at first, savouring every second, every touch, every breath. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, every movement deep, deliberate. His lips never left mine for long, like he couldn't bear to be apart even for a second.

I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, needing him closer, deeper. He groaned my name against my lips, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he lost himself in me.

Every whispered "I love you," every kiss, every lingering touch—it was more than just making up for lost time. It was a promise. A silent vow that no matter what, this was where we belonged.

Together.