CHAPTER 18
Aelys
I take my time eating these fucking carrots and I can tell it's pissing him off. I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my face and I'm starting to get nervous.
Yeah, I'm definitely not feeling brave anymore.
The girls are done eating and want to stop by their dorm to pick up books for their next classes, so they tell me we'll meet at Nancy's dorm after class and leave once I nod.
Cameron and Theo leave shortly after them because Theo wants to smoke before attending their brewing class.
Arthur apologizes in turn and asks Mattheo to meet him after class.
He didn't specify where, but apparently my fiancé already knows where to find the blond boy.
Enzo offers to accompany him, so he follows, leaving me alone with Mattheo.
Lucky me…
We still haven't seen Tom, and I'm a little worried about him because he seemed upset this morning. I'll try to find him later. I have a feeling the grumpy boy next to me isn't going to let go of me for a while. I gasp when he pinches my thigh with his hand, and I glare at him.
“Follow me,” he orders in a voice that leaves no room for discussion.
I swallow as I stand and obey. He leads us to the opposite side of the main building before opening a heavy wooden door, aged green and slightly chipped. My eyes widen when I see a bathtub as big as a swimming pool.
What the hell is this room?
“This is the prefect’ bathroom, sweetie,” he pulls out his wand and points it at the door, muttering a locking spell before soundproofing the room.
I swallow nervously. I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be here. So why bring us here? I wonder what he's planning, and my anxiety increases.
Yesterday was the first time I'd ever done anything sexual. I know it's going to happen, but I'm still nervous. I have no experience, and he does. What if I do something wrong?
Oh my god, I'm going to make a fool of myself!
I'm brought back to reality when he presses his body against my back and his hand moves my hair to the side, exposing the slender skin of my neck while his other hand settles on my hip. I gasp when I feel his lips glide over my skin.
“You're not going to make a fool of yourself, my love. It's my turn to give you pleasure.” His tongue meets my skin and I moan, closing my eyes.
He begins placing kisses on my neck and gently nibbles my skin. He moves his lips to my ear and nibbles at my lobe before whispering.
“Do you want me to make you come, my angel?”
He nibbles at my earlobe again, making me gasp. I can't form words, and he's barely touched me. He stops when I don't respond and places his hand on my throat, squeezing it lightly in warning.
“I asked you a question. Answer me, slut,” he orders venomously.
“Yes,” I mumble, blushing deeply, embarrassed to be so excited by these degradations.
“Yes, what?”
He again puts pressure on my throat, harder this time.
I swallow, mustering the confidence to answer.
Shit, this is so embarrassing but so exciting at the same time.
“I want you to make me come,” I mumble, closing my eyes in embarrassment as I feel my cheeks burn even more.
“Good girl.”
He starts kissing and nibbling at my neck again, causing a moan to escape my lips. I feel him smirk against my skin and I roll my eyes before widening slightly as his hand meets my stomach. He slowly moves it to the hem of my skirt before tugging on it lightly, teasing.
“May I?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. He always asks for my consent even after I've already told him I want him to touch me, to make me come.
“Yes.”
His hand moves under the waistband of my skirt and slides down to my panties. My breath catches as his fingers stroke my underwear. He lightly taps my clit through the fabric, and I moan as he presses another kiss to my ear.
“Are you sure, my angel?”
“Yes,” I mumble, closing my eyes and nodding my head.
He hums and runs his hand under the fabric of my panties, his fingers meeting my wetness. I moan as his fingers slide along my folds before moving up to my clit.
“Look at you, slut. Already so wet for me,” he growls, biting my neck.
I gasp at the feeling of his teeth on my tender skin. A moan escapes my lips when he begins to circle his fingers on my clit. He goes agonizingly slow, and I shift my hips, hoping to create more friction. He clicks his tongue in disapproval and places his free hand on my hip to hold me in place.
“Now, my love, be a good girl and be patient.”
I swallow before gasping as he picks up the pace a little but still not fast enough.
“Mattheo,” I'm moaning. “Please.”
“Please, what?” He growls.
“Faster please,” I moan louder.
A cry escapes me as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. I grab his arm as my back arches against him, moans escaping my lips loudly.
This is too much!
“Mat- Oh ! It's too- Oh my Gods- too-”
“You wanted me to go faster so take it, slut,” he hisses venomously.
He moves a finger near my entrance, stimulating it before penetrating me. I wince because it hurts a little, but since he's still stimulating my clitoris, I'm distracted from the pain. I relax after a few thrusts.
I start moaning louder than before and he quickly adds another finger, his thumb still playing with my clit at a deadly pace. Suddenly, he curls his fingers and my back arches further as I cry out his name.
He chuckles devilishly against my neck because he knows he's found my G-spot.
He mercilessly moves his fingers up and down my entrance, hitting my G-spot each time, while working my clitoris with his thumb.
The room is filled with my moans and his occasional grunt.
It's not long before I start to feel the familiar warm sensation creeping up my lower abdomen, a sign of a devastating orgasm coming fast.
“Mattheo-”
He tenderly kisses my ear before whispering, “I know, come for me, my angel.”
He does a few more thrusts, speeds up his pace on my clit, and I come hard on his fingers, my whole body quivering in his arms. He rides me to the end of my orgasm, leaving me trembling against him before he stops and brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, moaning as he does so.
“You taste so fucking sweet, my love.”
I squeak and do my best to keep my balance as my legs wobble. He chuckles proudly when he notices my condition. He kisses me on the cheek and wraps his arms around me, one supporting my back and the other my knees.
“No classes for you this afternoon, angel. Come on, let's go back to our room.”
I nod, resting my head on his chest. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I fall asleep in his arms as he leads us back to our dorm.
When I wake up, I look at the clock and see that it's already 4:40 pm, which means classes end in twenty minutes. I rub my eyes and yawn, I push myself up onto my elbows. My gaze falls on Mattheo's silhouette sitting at the desk in the bedroom.
“Did you go to class?”
He jumps a little because he didn't hear me move in the bed and I snicker as he gives me a mock-annoyed look.
“No, I told the others that you weren't feeling well and that I needed to keep an eye on you.”
“And the girls? I have to meet them when classes are over.”
“I know. I have to go somewhere, so I told them to come here instead of Nancy's dorm.”
I nod and get off the bed. I go to the bathroom to pee, feeling his eyes follow me as I disappear into the room.
“Why do you have to see them anyway?” He asks from his desk chair in the bedroom.
“Girl talk. And you, where are you going?”
I can't help but feel my stomach clench at the thought of him going off to fuck another girl.
Yeah, the tiny bit of trust between us definitely suffered from his little stunt…
“I must help Leroi with his task. We will be in the old church at the back of the monastery.”
I sniff as I walk back to the bedroom side of the dorm. I don't look at him and walk over to my trunk, which I still haven't unpacked, and start rummaging through it, looking for my journal. I remember packing it, but where the hell is it?
“Are you okay? You seem a little… angry?”
I hear the confusion in his voice and my irritation grows along with my fear of being disappointed by his actions.
Touching me earlier must have turned him on, and I didn't do anything to help. What if he decides to find another partner to do it with?
“I'm fine. Over the fucking moon, even,” I spit, rolling my eyes.
Thank God he can't see me because then he'd know I'm not okay. I just hope he doesn't invade my mind.
Again.
I hear him sigh before his footsteps echo through the room, and soon enough, his hand gently grabs my arm, turning me around to face him. A confused, concerned pout stretches his full lips, and I mentally curse myself for finding him so attractive.
“Okay, what is it?”
“I told you. Nothing,” I huff in annoyance.
I try to escape his grasp but he rolls his eyes and pulls me closer to him, one arm wrapping around my waist as the hand that had been holding my arm comes up to grip my jaw.
“This won't work if we're not honest with each other, angel. So tell me what's wrong.”
I roll my eyes and giggle, my frustration with my insecurities growing. He frowns as he looks into my eyes, confused and worried. I see the moment when realization hits him and his lips press into a thin line.
“You don't believe me when I say I'll be with Leroi.”
“I don't know. Do I?” I spit sarcastically, my tone more venomous than I intended.
He sighs and rests his forehead against mine. It makes butterflies flutter in my lower stomach, and I feel my anger slowly dissipate. I sigh and place my hands on his chest, leaning further into his touch as his hand leaves my jaw to cup my cheek.
“Listen, I'm sorry, it's just... You really hurt me and I can't help but be afraid you'll do it again…” I admit in a small voice, closing my eyes, ashamed.
His other hand leaves my waist and moves to the other side of my face. His forehead moves away from mine and he lifts my head so I can look into his eyes. His gaze is soft, full of tenderness and affection, making my heart skip a beat.
“No matter how many times you need me to tell you, I will: I'm sorry I did this to you, angel. I regret fucking that bitch and I've never regretted doing anything before,” he sighs before letting out a humorless laugh. “You want to know something ?”
I nod, uncertain but curious, so he continues in a raspy voice.
“I wanted you to be the one sliding down my cock that day. That's when I knew I was fucked and that you had me wrapped around your finger. Fuck, I hated it, but now I don't know if I do anymore,” he shrugs playfully, feigning innocence.
I blush brightly and he chuckles slyly again before crushing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. He then pulls me closer to him, letting me rest my head against his chest as he holds me tight against his muscular body.
“Do you feel how fast my heart is beating, angel?”
I nod and he tenderly kisses the top of my head.
“It's because of you. My heart is yours, Aelys.”
A blissful smile tugs at my lips as I hug him tighter. I exhale a breath of relief. I feel safe in his arms ; it feels good.
We stay like that for a few more minutes before he pulls away and places a quick kiss on my lips.
“I have to go find Leroi. The girls should be here any minute. I'll see you during dinner, okay?”
I nod and he kisses my forehead before leaving the room, winking at me as he closes the door. I chuckle and shake my head a little.
Idiot.
A knock at the door echoes through the room and the doorknob twists. Nancy pokes her head inside, one eyebrow raised playfully.
“Are you decent?” She giggles.
I roll my eyes and tell her they can come in. They rush inside, closing the door and soundproofing the dorm. My cousin throws herself onto the bed, lying on her stomach, Paula sits on the desk chair, and Kiara sits on the edge of the bed next to Nancy.
“All right, young lady, spill the beans! What happened between you and Rigast? And we want to know absolutely everything!” My cousin orders me as the other two nod frantically in agreement.
I laugh and sit on the desk.
“Well, hang on, there's a lot to say!”