The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers

Part 19 - That's a stupid question

(Big warning: smut)

Lyanna's POV

Mattheo stood before me, bare-chested, his eyes raking over my body with an intensity that made my skin tingle.

His gaze was fuelled by desire, but there was a flicker of something else there too...

Even with the tapestry of scars adorning his skin, he was simply gorgeous.

His tanned, toned body was a work of art, all defined muscles.

The sight of him made my stomach flutter with anticipation.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I needed him with a desperation.

His gaze finally met mine again, the connection making my heart stutter in my chest.

I reached out, and he took my hand, allowing me to guide him back down.

As our bodies pressed together once more, skin on skin, I was struck by a sense of disbelief.

Was this actually happening?

Mattheo Riddle, the boy who I thought I hated, even though occupied my thoughts for so long, was here, on top of me, wanting me as much as I wanted him.

He kissed me deeply, his core pressing against mine in a way that sent sparks of pleasure through my body.

Slowly, deliberately, he began rocking his hips, the friction eliciting jolts of electricity that made me gasp.

My desire was leaking out onto my underwear, uncontrollably.

I whimpered against his mouth, unable to contain the sounds he was drawing from me.

My hands reached under his arms, nails digging into the blades of his toned shoulders, desperate to anchor myself in the storm of sensations.

Hot kisses trailed down my neck, each one leaving a burning imprint on my skin.

His hand glided over my body, tracing my curves before gently cupping my breast through my bra.

The touch, even through the fabric, sent shivers down my spine.

His hand then reached around my back, lifting me slightly.

He paused, meeting my eyes once more, silently asking for permission.

The care in his gaze, the respect in his touch, made me melt.

I smiled and gave him a small nod.

He returned the smile, a sight that made my heart skip a beat, before leaning in to gently bite my lip.

FUCKKK!

Then, with a deftness that surprised me, he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

His eyes immediately landing on my chest, a small smirk curving his lips before he began kissing my breasts.

Each kiss, each gentle nip and suck sent waves of pleasure through me, amplified by the continued, rhythmic movement of his hips against my most sensitive area.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensations.

My hands tangled in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him.

My thighs tightened their grip around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more.

Mattheo's kisses were getting lower down my stomach.

I peeled my eyes open, watching him inch closer to my white satin knickers.

Thank God I wore a matching set today...