Dusk and Desire - A Mattheo Riddle Story

An Explosion

Mattheo Riddle stood there looking like sin itself while Nora's chest heaved up and down in anticipation of what was to come. She licked her lips and tried to calm herself. "Study, of course. Say a few prayers. Perhaps save a cat from a tree or something."

Mattheo laughed. "Yes, that does sound like us. Nora Rosier and Mattheo Riddle: the kindest couple in Hogwarts."

She didn't even let him finish before she burst out laughing with him. But all her mind could think about was how his lips looked when he called them a couple. Still, she ignored it. "Yes, kind. When we die, they'll remember our good-hearted generosity and amiable personalities."

"Definitely," he said with a grin that made her feel hot all over.

Nora raised her eyebrows. "So, can I leave now?"

"Oh but, princess, I'm not done with you yet."

"Then what—"

But she was interrupted by Mattheo pressing his lips into hers. She gasped in shock and was about to push him off until he used his close proximity to push her into the wall. The full length of him—yes, that length too—pressed into her until her brain was a complete pile of goo. It was probably dripping on the floor staining her books as they kissed.

She gripped onto his broad shoulders as one of his hands began to stroke the sides of her waist. Goosebumps traveled along her back in the wake of his touch. Mattheo's tongue pushed into her mouth, completely dominating her. Oh, fuck no. He's not the one in control. She pushed back and fought him. Nora was doing a pretty damn good job wrestling for control until Mattheo thrust his pelvis directly into hers, sending shockwaves that began at her core. Whatever magic cock he had was making her submit immediately, even if a part of her didn't want to.

"Such a good girl," he murmured against her lips. Nora was all for being a strong, independent woman but the moment he praised her with a voice that sounded like sex itself, she knew she was done for completely.

Mattheo's hand played with the hem of her button-down top before lifting it up. His warm hands pressed into the soft skin there, dipping just below the waistband of her skirt and teasing her far too much for her liking.

Nora let her head fall back against the dusty shelves while his lips kissed their way down her jaw. He reached her neck, where he nipped and kissed and even sucked a little. Meanwhile, he was rubbing his hard erection right in line with her clit. Fuck, he felt so good. 

Whatever fireworks she felt earlier had turned into an atomic bomb. There were a million explosions going off between them and she was too helpless to shield herself from the blast.

Nora wished she could say that Mattheo Riddle's kisses felt heavenly but that would have been a lie. They felt like hell itself. Forbidden, fiery, passionate. She was burning alive and yet she found herself fanning the flames for more.

"Can't you feel what you do to me, princess? I couldn't control myself around you at the Quidditch pitch so I had to leave. Otherwise, I would have fucked you then and there in front of the whole castle," he murmured against her neck.

She grabbed a fistful of his soft curls before moaning. "And that would have been a bad thing?"

"I'm trying to win forty galleons so, yeah, it would be." He chuckled while half a dozen questions flew past her mind but she ignored them all because his lips were on her and his dick rubbed and down against her body and she couldn't handle any of it without moaning far too loud for them being in a broom closet just off the main corridor. "But after my month is up? Oh, I'm going to make you feel things you never thought possible, princess."

"You're assuming I can tolerate you for that long," she retorted breathlessly because even as she felt herself approaching a high, she couldn't help but taunt him. That was just what they did. Back and forth, back and forth, ever since that day many years ago when whatever they had first exploded, leaving behind this toxic wasteland of a rivalry. But now? As his lips harshly bit into her neck? She couldn't care less about who was the better Quidditch player or who had the best grades. All she cared about was getting more.

"Even if you can't, I'll happily hate-fuck you until you're screaming at me to get out while you get off to my dick."

Nora gasped. "You have a dirty mouth, Mattheo Riddle."

She felt his smirk against her neck. "Guess I'll find something else to do with it then."

And then his lips were against hers again while he thrust into her core over and over. Whatever he was doing earlier was a tease compared to now. She arched her back while scratching at his scalp. "Princess," he moaned into her mouth. "How do you make pain feel so good?"

"It's... a... talent..." she said in between heady kisses. His erection lined up with her clit, making her moan loudly. "That feels incredible."

He chuckled. "Think how incredible it'll feel in a month. I'm going to bury myself inside of you so deeply they'll have to send an excavation crew to dig me out."

She could only imagine how fucking incredible that would be. Nora screaming his name, Mattheo pounding into her from all angles, her scratching his back, him pulling her hand. A hazy mixture of pleasure and pain for hours and hours. 

Somehow, Mattheo had barely done anything and yet she felt herself approaching an orgasm all too quickly. This is insane. All we're doing is making out. But if this was "just making out", then Voldemort was "just a dark wizard." There wasn't a single word in the dictionary that could describe how fucking incredible it felt to be pushing against that broom closet while he thrust his hard cock into her wet panties while his tongue dominated her and his teeth roughly bit her lips in between kisses.

"Riddle, I'm about to..." but she moaned before finishing her sentence.

"Me too, princess," he gasped. "Me too."

And then they were tumbling over the edge together, Mattheo whisper-shouting her name while Nora's arms clenched in his hair. She wasn't seeing stars. She was seeing fucking shrapnel.

He came down before she did, gently kissing her lips while her brain went from liquid to solid. Finally, once Nora regained her breath, she looked into those chocolate eyes.

And then she slapped him.

"Fuck! What was that for?"

"That was for apparating away the other day," she said pointedly before kissing him deeply and hungrily. She poured every ounce of lust she felt for him into that kiss. It didn't mean that she liked him. Actually, she still hated him. But she was a woman with needs and perhaps she shouldn't deny them. Plus, she still had a little something up her sleeve. "And that's to get you through the rest of the month."

He grinned. "If I make it that long."

"If we both make it that long without jumping each other, you owe me something from Honeydukes."

"Deal." He pulled away before she heard the click of a lock. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Nora Rosier."

She grinned. Perhaps if he was paying closer attention, he would have seen the sharp glean in her eyes. But Mattheo's guard was down just enough for her plan to work. The plan to torture him completely for the rest of the month—while getting a little satisfaction for herself too, both in the form of sexual pleasure and the gleeful knowledge that she could make his life hell. That's for humiliating me, Mattheo Riddle. Look who's the fool now.

"Oh, trust me, Riddle. The pleasure is all mine."

Don't you just love Nora? She's kind of an icon. I've said it once and I'll say it again: she is giving Kat Stratford soooo much. Let me know what you think, if you have any predictions, etc.! I love reading them :)))