The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers

Part 20 - Exposed and desired

(Big warning: smut)

Mattheo's POV

I stirred from my slumber, aware of soft, gentle kisses caressing my neck.

A smile tugged at my lips, knowing exactly who it was.

"You're still here?" I whispered, my voice thick with sleep, eyes still closed.

A quiet giggle vibrated against my skin.

"Unfortunately."

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, and there she was.

Lyanna gazed back at me, her hair a beautiful mess.

A small, playful smile curved her lips when our eyes met.

I couldn't help but smile back, captivated.

She was so beautiful, even with sleep lingering in her eyes and pillow creases marking her cheek.

I reached over, gently pushing unruly hair from her face.

"I've never had a girl stay over before." I admitted, basking in the warmth of her presence. "They usually just want fucked - then we go our separate ways."

Lyanna laughed, a melodious sound that filled the room.

She nuzzled into my neck, her legs intertwining with mine. "Yeah, sure, and I'm the Pope."

"I'm serious." I chuckled, tightening my arms around her. "In fact, I don't think I've ever had sex in my room before. We shared dorms until sixth year, so it was nearly impossible to get privacy. That's probably why you hear students going at it in bathroom stalls and broom cupboards."

After a moment's silence, Lyanna pulled away from my arms, sitting up in the bed.

She wore one of my t-shirts, oversized on her frame, making her look adorably small.

Her eyes searched mine, a hint of suspicion in them. "Why are you telling me this?"

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the vulnerability I felt. "Because it's true."

"Do you want me to leave? Am I making you uncomfortable?" She asked, her voice laced with hesitation and a touch of insecurity.

I sat up, the duvet falling to reveal my bare, scarred chest.

Leaning in, I kissed her softly, pouring reassurance into the gesture.

"No. I don't want you to leave." I murmured against her lips.

And I meant it.

Gently, I pulled her back into bed, rolling on top and settling between her legs.

"But you are making me uncomfortable." I teased, trailing kisses down her neck.

"How so?" She whimpered, arching into me, her body responding to my touch.

I met her gaze, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips. "Because you're wearing my clothes."

A delightful giggle escaped her, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"I suppose we'll have to rectify that then, won't we?"

As I leaned in to kiss her again, I marvelled at how...Natural this felt.

There was no awkwardness, it was comfortable.

I don't think I felt like this with Corrina, or any girl, for that matter.

I slowly peeled my t-shirt from Lyanna's body, revealing nothing underneath.