The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers

Part 24 - Done for

(Warnings: smut, trauma, abuse and self-harm)

Mattheo's POV

The water cascaded over us in a warm, enveloping embrace, washing away the remnants of our kinky encounter.

Yet, far from dousing the flames of desire, each droplet seemed to ignite a new spark between us.

Lyanna's wet body pressed against mine, her skin slick and inviting.

She handed me the soap, her eyes dark with anticipation.

I was eager to make good on my earlier promise, ready to lather every inch of her with reverent attention.

As she leaned back, her spine moulding perfectly against me, I began my sensual task.

The soap glided over her skin, leaving a trail of lather in its wake.

I took my time, savouring each moment, each curve, each subtle reaction of her body to my touch.

My hands found her breasts, the soap making them delightfully slippery.

I massaged them gently, my fingers playing with her nipples, feeling them harden under my ministrations.

Lyanna's head fell back against my shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy.

Little whimpers escaped her lips, barely audible over the sound of the running water, but music to my ears.

I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her.

My hands continued their journey, sliding lower and lower over the planes of her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch.

My own desire hardened, my cock pressing insistently against the cleft of her ass.

The sensation only fuelled my passion as my fingers found their way between her legs, massaging between her folds with deliberate, circular motions.

"Does this feel good?"

I whispered against her scalp, my voice low.

She could only nod, her breathy moans and whimpers of pleasure serving as emphatic agreement.

I continued my ministrations on her clit, feeling her body tense and tremble against mine.

Her breathing became more ragged, her whimpers turning to gasps of pleasure.

She orgasmed in my arms, her body shuddering with release.

I tightened around her, supporting, as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Holding her close, I felt her heart race against my chest, as she slowly regained her equilibrium.

When her breathing steadied, I resumed washing her, my touches now soothing rather than arousing.

She turned to face me, her cheeks flushed a delectable pink, her smile radiant as she let out a soft, satisfied giggle.

A lump formed in my throat as I gazed at her.

What good did I do in my shitty life to deserve this, to deserve her?

"Let's get this stickiness off you."

Lyanna said playfully, squeezing her face in mock concentration as she began to lather my chest and torso with soap.

Her touch was light, almost teasing, as she worked the soap into a rich lather.

My own hands continuing to caress her back, relishing the feeling of her wet skin under my palms.

As she made her way down my body, her touches became more purposeful.