Dusk and Desire - A Mattheo Riddle Story

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"He's staring at you again. Doesn't he have anything better to do?" Aditi said with mock disgust. "I liked it better when you two hated each other."

Nora blushed at Mattheo's intense stare. He was standing next to Theo chatting about something but it was clear that his attention was on her. "Oh, ew! Stop it with the goo-goo eyes. There are children here!"

"Aditi, you made out with Lena yesterday at lunch. I don't think you have much room to talk."

"Hey! That was different."

"Different... how?" 

"Because it wasn't with Mattheo Riddle, the sex god of Slytherin."

He grinned as if he heard them before flashing a wink that had Nora wanting to go to a broom closet and shove her panties down. Perhaps in a few minutes, they could do just that. 

February had almost come and gone and things were going swell. Slytherin was undefeated in Quidditch thanks to the sheer talent on the team, Aditi had been dating someone for almost six weeks—which was a record for her—and Mattheo and Nora's relationship had progressed to levels she never would have thought imaginable. He walked her to class and held her books for her as he did so. During Quidditch matches, he hovered close to her and protected her from both bludgers and chasers that tried to get a little too rough. At night, he held her and laughed with her as they talked about anything and everything. And the sex? Oh, the sex was incredible. Sometimes rough and passionate as he took his knife and recarved her scar while pounding into her from behind. Sometimes soft and loving as he held her on his lap and kissed her neck while slowly thrusting upward. He'd pull her into broom closets and hold her back in the locker rooms and spend almost every night with her because neither of them could get enough of each other. Nora was beginning to think she was drunk off of Mattheo Riddle. If she was, she never wanted to sober up again.

Theo seemed to be saying goodbye because Mattheo waved him off before pinning Nora with a dark look. He strutted across the corridor as if he owned it, each step slow and purposeful. "Gross. I'm going to go throw up," Aditi muttered.

"Bye, Deets," Nora muttered, never taking her eyes off of Mattheo. His chocolate eyes looked as if they were undressing her right there in the hallway. And even though it was completely crowded by eighth years with a free period, Nora couldn't help but melt at the idea of him owning her like that in front of them. The corner of his lips pulled up as if he knew what she was thinking.

"'The sex god of Slytherin?'" he muttered before pushing her against the wall and kissing her neck. Familiar waves of heat washed over her as his body pressed into hers. Nora could feel every muscle.

"Don't let it go to your head," she moaned. She ran her hands through his curls and tugged on them. The strands were softer, making her wonder if he'd used her conditioner again. She'd have to ask him later when her mind wasn't repeating the words Mattheo, fuck over and over.

"Already has, princess." He thrust against her and she could feel how much it had gone to his head. Just a different head than she originally meant...

"My sexy boy," Nora whispered against his lips before kissing him deeply. Their tongues met and Nora moaned at the taste of spearmint that lingered in his mouth. She wanted him so badly. No, she needed him. She needed him inside her, against her, next to her. She needed him every day and every night and every moment in between. She needed—

"Fuck, I want to." Mattheo broke the kiss. He was panting heavily as his fingers subconsciously ran up and down her body. Flames followed his touch wherever it went. "But we can't. Enzo asked Crabbe and I to do a little extra practice right now."