Descent - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter thirty-six *

This chapter contains mature content.

Lucia
June 22th, 3:00 a.m., Arabian desert 

His hands moved over my body with a practiced ease that left me breathless, literally. As he slowly peeled away my desert suit, his fingers lingering on my skin, he cast simultaneously a warm spell over the tent, a gentle heat spreading through the space. I could see the hunger in his eyes, a raw desire that simmered just beneath the surface, pushing him to the edge of control.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice rough with need, barely more than a whisper. His breath was warm against my skin, a sharp contrast to the cool breeze of the desert night, sending a shiver through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Yes, I want it..." I murmured in return, my voice quiet but certain. We didn't need to discuss the fact that this was my firt time. He already knew, ever since that incident with the unicorn, it was clear. And besides, this wasn't the time for more words. We'd said all that needed to be said.

As if sensing my thoughts, Mattheo's lips found mine once more, silencing any lingering doubts. I was down to nothing but my underwear, the warmth of the spell doing little against the fire that burned inside me. It didn't matter. My blood was already boiling, fueled by a heady mix of lust, excitement, and need. Mattheo, now stripped down to his boxers, pressed his body against mine, his heat mingling with mine, drawing a gasp from my lips.

I kissed him back, my mouth moving against his with a fierce hunger, our tongues entwining in a rhythm that mirrored the intensity between us. His lips traveled down from my jaw to my neck, his touch igniting every inch of skin he kissed. My nerves buzzed beneath the surface, but I refused to let them show. I reminded myself it wasn't something to fear, that this moment was long overdue.

He's touched you before, a voice whispered in the back of my mind. It felt incredible. You want this. You want him.

And it was true. He wasn't pushing me, and in turn, I didn't push myself. This was something I wanted, something we both wanted.

He looked into my eyes for a moment while he unhooked my bra and threw it aside. His gaze traveled over my body, and the hunger and desire in his intense gaze increased even more. "Damn..." he murmured, his eyes darkening. "You're beautiful. Absolutley gorgeous."

His lips continued to caress my neck, then slid over my collarbone and on to my breasts. Mattheo's gaze caught mine again, my breathing was now heavier. "Relax, princess. I'll be good to you..." he murmured gently before catching one of my nipples between his teeth. He bit lightly, sucked and licked to ease the slight pain. I moaned, arching my back against him a little. A wave of pleasure shot through my body.

Mattheo paid attention to my breasts for a moment longer before he spread more kisses and bites over my belly and thighs. "M-Mattheo..." I moaned shakily, and he looked up again, this time from between my legs. "Relax, everything's fine. I'll make you feel good."

I nodded, but before I could say anything, a new, loud groan escaped my mouth and my hips rose slightly from the bed as I felt Mattheo's tongue on my center. "F-fuck..."

With practiced movements, Mattheo ran his tongue over my folds up to my clit, which he sucked lightly on. The feelings that shot through my body were unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. It felt fantastic. And for the first time since I was kidnapped by the Death Eaters when they raided our house, I allowed myself to really relax.

He massaged my clit with his tongue, then he penetrated me with it. This alternated skillfully until I was nothing but a puddle of pleasure that couldn't help but moan and press my hips against his face. I could feel Mattheo's grin against  me, it drove me crazy. Suddenly he released my core for a moment and looked up, our eyes met. "Take it slow, baby..." he whispered, and shivers shot through my body. "I still have a lot in store for you."