The strain in between | Mattheo riddle

Lydia Black, the daughter of the infamous mass murderer, Sirius Black.

Raised by her deceased mother's family, the Malfoys.

They became the family she was robbed of.

It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. More than enough.
Because whatever happened, she had him.

Until-

Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.

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"Tell me what you want," he whispered near her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body.

"Mattheo... you... can't just-oh God," she tried to say, her voice barely there, just as he started leaving slow-too slow-kisses down her throat, all the way up to her jaw, causing a sighing moan to escape her lips. Her body betrayed her as she tilted her neck, giving him even more access.

He smirked as he continued his torture, reaching her jaw and biting the skin softly.

"Tell me to stop, baby," he whispered against her lips, their mouths nearly touching, before going back to softly kiss her jaw down to the spot just below her ear-her sensitive spot-leaving slow, wet kisses there. She bit her lower lip, trying to stop a moan.

"Mattheo... we can't... you can't..." she barely whispered, her breath heavy. Her hands moved to his chest, attempting to push him away, but instead, her fists tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer.

His head lifted as he met her eyes for merely seconds before his gaze dropped to her plump, wet lips. She instinctively bit her lip, causing him to close his eyes and exhale, his jaw tightening.

"Don't do that. Tell me to stop. Push me away. Ask me to leave, Lydia, please," he said, his eyes filled with desire and desperation.

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She let out a shaky breath.
"Daya, I can't hold back much long-" he started before she cut him off.

"Then don't," she hurried out, causing him to inhale sharply.

"Are you su-"

"Just shut up and kiss me," she whispered.