CHAPTER 22
Aelys
Time seems to stand still and I swallow hard. What I feared most has happened, and I have no one to blame but myself. I have to tell him the truth because he can read my mind if he suspects I'm lying.
I have no idea what made me fall in love with him.
Maybe it's because he's handsome. After all, it's true that I felt drawn to him from the moment I first saw him. Or maybe it's because he showed me he could be kind and gentle.
Regardless, I can't say I'm only physically attracted to him. What I feel every time he looks at me or his skin touches mine, or kisses me, is so much more. This boy has turned my world upside down in a week, and my heart warms at the thought that this is just the beginning.
I open my eyes and look at his honey-colored eyes, watching me intently, anticipation visible as he waits for a response. I place my hands on his wrists, lightly wrapping my fingers around them. I feel goosebumps rise on his skin and I smile softly.
“I am,” I whisper to cover the trembling in my voice.
His breath hitches and his lips part slightly, as if in awe of my words.
He moves his forehead away from mine, cupping my cheeks in his palms, and his irises explore my face, seeming to memorize every feature.
There are too many expressions on his face for me to recognize.
I shiver and frown as sadness washes over me.
Because I don't need him to say it to know that he doesn't feel the same.
“I know you don't love me,” I whisper, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. “I don't expect you to. You care about me and that's enough. That's all I need to be happy with you.”
I swallow hard, taking in his features while lingering on the scar across his eye and the one across his nose.
The one he's had since our first night at the Academy and acquired after hitting Tom for kissing me at the party.
I later learned that he also got into a fight with a shapeshifter about an hour later. It was that boy who gave him this scar. However, I don't know the story surrounding the one that runs across his eyebrow and eye, ending in the middle of his cheekbone.
I push his hands away from my face and take a step back, creating distance between us. He just looks at me with a blank face.
I still can't read him.
He's still the same mystery boy I met a week ago. Frankly, I don't think I'll have a lifetime to figure out how he feels.
I look down and walk over to the closet, picking out a pair of pajamas and underwear before heading into the bathroom. I place my clothes on the counter and start to close the door, but I jump when he blocks it with his hand.
I look up to meet his gaze, before I have a chance to comprehend what's happening, he crushes his lips to mine. One of his hands rests on my hip while the other slides into my silky brown hair as he pulls my body against his.
He squeezes my hip, making me gasp, and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth. I moan into the kiss and his grip on my hair tightens. This time, I moan, and he moans back against my lips as he fights my tongue for dominance.
He moves to kiss my jaw and tugs my hair to tilt my head back as he trails kisses down my neck.
He licks and nibbles at my skin and I moan softly.
His lips meet mine again in a kiss more passionate and lustful than before.
The hand on my hip moves to the back of my thigh and he lets go of my hair to rest his hand on the back of my other thigh.
Effortlessly, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry us to the bed.
He gently lowers me onto it and hovers over me, never breaking the kiss. I spread my legs so he can place his body between them. His hips press against mine and I immediately feel his erection against the most sensitive parts through my clothes, making me moan and he moans in response.
He explores my body with his large hands, and I feel shivers run down my spine with every touch. He trails kisses along my jawline and to my ear, I moan at the feel of his hot breath on my skin.
“You have no idea what you're doing to me, witch.”
Goosebumps rise on my skin at the sound of his husky voice filled with desire and affection.
I run my hand through his hair, tugging harshly on his curls to bring his face down to mine and crush my lips to his.
He moans into the kiss and begins to roll his hips against mine, making me moan louder.
His hand moves under my shirt, stopping on my stomach as he gently strokes my skin with his fingertips.
Meanwhile, his other hand moves my leg to wrap it around him and he lightly squeezes my thigh between his fingers.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. We stare at each other, panting, our heartbeats frantic and in sync. I've never been intimate with anyone before, but I don't care. I need him and I don't want to stop.
I can’t stop.
“If we don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to stop at all, angel,” he mutters, his voice hoarse with desire.
I cup his cheek in my palm and tilt my head, brushing his lips with mine. His breath hitches and I feel his cock twitch against my pelvis.
“What if I don't want you to stop?”
He moans and his grip on my thigh tightens, making me moan back. “Aelys,” he growls in warning.
I brush my lips along his jaw as I move to brush against his ear. I feel him shiver as my warm breath brushes against his lobe.
“I want you to fuck me, Mattheo,” I whisper.
He groans and removes his hand from my stomach only to grasp my throat, barely squeezing. His lips land on mine and he kisses me desperately. His free hand works at tugging at my blouse, but doesn't remove it.
“May I?” He mumbles against my lips, impatient but staying mindful of my inexperience.
I remember what he said last time about words, so I answer him, mumbling into the kiss as well. “Yes.”
In seconds, both of his hands rip my blouse open, and I gasp in surprise.
He kisses my neck before moving to my collarbones.
I feel him suck and nibble my skin, leaving his marks.
My hands tug at his hair, and he moans against my skin.
Once satisfied with the marks he's made, he lets his lips slide down to my chest.
He bites the exposed skin as he looks into my eyes and I moan. His hand moves to my bra and I nod. He trails his fingers down my back to the clasp of my bra, which he expertly unhooks before pulling it completely off my body, tossing it somewhere in the dorm.
He looks down at my exposed breasts and inhales as his eyes darken even more with desire. “Beautiful,” he murmurs in a voice full of adoration.
I feel my cheeks burning and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable under his intense gaze. I want to hide, but he must have read my thoughts because he grabs my hands and pins them above my head.
“Don't think about hiding from me, my angel. You are breathtaking.”
He kisses me softly before leaning down to my chest. I shudder as I feel his breath on my hard nipples. I look up to see his eyes focused on my face as his lips hover over one of my buds.
“Keep your pretty eyes on me at all times, do you understand?”
I swallow nervously before nodding.
“Use your words, slut,” he orders venomously.
“Yes,” I mumble, feeling more excited than before because of the degradation.
My back arches as he swirls his tongue over my left nipple, and I fight the urge to close my eyes from the intense pleasure I feel. But I obey his command, never taking my eyes off him. He plays with my other nipple using the other hand while he tortures my left one.
I'm nothing but moans as he slowly moves his mouth down my stomach, kissing and nibbling at the skin as I wriggle beneath him. I swallow as he stops at the edge of my skirt, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you, Mattheo,” I whisper as I feel my cheeks burning.
That's all it takes for him to pull my skirt off and throw it away. His eyes land on my still-covered pussy and he chuckles darkly as he slides his fingers over my panties, causing a moan to escape my lips.
“Look at you. So wet and I haven't even touched you yet,” he spits in a harsh voice.
I blush harder but gasp when he kisses my clit over my underwear.
He smiles at my reaction before hooking his fingers under the fabric of my panties and I nod, letting him remove them.
His fingers glide over my wetness and I moan louder.
He chuckles darkly before licking up and down my slit.
I moan at the sensation before gasping as his lips wrap around my clit and he sucks harshly.
I start to move my hips, hoping to create more friction, and he pushes them back down, forcing me to stay still.
My hands find their way to his hair, and I push his head against me, making him moan.
I moan even louder as it causes vibrations against my core.I tense when he slides a finger inside me but relax as soon as he starts moving.
I moan, feeling him work his lips and finger inside me.
He inserts another finger and curves them, hitting my G-spot, making me wiggle my hips and cry out in pleasure.
He continues pumping his fingers and sucking on my clit, and soon enough, I feel my orgasm coming hard.
He notices and pulls away just before I can come.
I moan in frustration and he leaves the bed, starting to undress as his eyes hungrily roam all over my exposed body.
“Patience, my love. I'll let you come. But I want you to do it with my cock in your pretty little pussy.”
My eyes widen in surprise at his crude words and I moan. I wait for him to place his naked body between my spread legs. I gasp softly when I feel his erection brush against my entrance and he looks intensely into my eyes, waiting for my consent to continue.
I nod slightly and he slowly pushes into me.
I close my eyes because it hurts and I groan in discomfort.
He kisses along my neck and moves his lips to mine, kissing me softly as he continues to push his cock deeper.
He moans once he's fully inside and rests his forehead against mine, waiting for me to tell him he can move.
His muscles are tense as he restrains from moving, not wanting to make me uncomfortable or hurt me. After taking deep breaths, I nod and he begins to slowly push his hips, allowing me to get used to him inside me with slow thrusts.
After a few thrusts, the pain disappears and pleasure takes over.
I moan in pleasure and he begins to move his hips faster, rolling them onto me with ease.
We both moan loudly as he increases the pace.
One hand is on my waist to guide me onto his cock while the other holds my hands above my head, making me arch my back.
“Fuck, you take me so well, angel,” he growls loudly.
I gasp and his thrusts get rougher. Suddenly, he hits my G-spot and I scream his name. He smirks before diving down to kiss me hungrily as he continues to hit my G-spot again and again.
“Oh my Gods!” I squeal with pleasure.
He grips my thigh harder, and I'm sure it'll leave a bruise, but I don't care. He manages to go faster and harder, and I scream from the intense pleasure.
“No gods here, my love. Just you and me,” he growls, biting my lower lip before letting go.
I moan louder and start to feel my orgasm building, making my legs tremble around his waist. Of course, he notices and picks up the pace even more.
“Beg if you want to come,” he spits in a dominant tone.
“Please, Mattheo!” I squeal, desperate.
His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes lightly, making my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure.
“Please, what?”
I don't want to beg him, it's too embarrassing... But it feels so good and I need to come so badly.
“Please, let me come!” I moan louder.
He leans down to my lips and kisses me hard before resting his forehead on mine. “Come for me, angel.”
He gives a few more thrusts and I come hard. He moans too as my walls tightens around him and his thrusts become less controlled before a loud moan escapes his lips and I feel him come inside me.
He brings us both to the end of our orgasms before stopping and kissing me gently. He carefully pulls out and I moan at the sensation. I'm sore and exhausted, but I'm happy. He places a kiss on my temple before leaving the bed, putting his underwear back on and disappearing into the bathroom.
I don't really pay attention because I feel my eyelids getting heavy.
I want to sleep.
But he quickly returns and takes me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and he leads me into the bathroom. I see that he has run me a bath and he gently lowers me into the warm water. I sigh contentedly as the pain seems to lessen thanks to the warmth.
He sits down next to the tub and carefully begins washing my body and my hair. Once I'm washed and he's rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, he pulls the stopper out of the tub's drain and takes me in his arms, gently wrapping a towel around my body.
He leads me back to the bed, sits me down on it and begins to dry me thoroughly with tender gestures.
He helps me put on clean underwear and one of his T-shirts. It's much too big for me and reaches halfway up my thighs, but it feels good. I smell his perfume. He takes me back in his arms, grabs his wand, and points it at the bed, changing the sheets.
He places his wand on the desk and tucks me into bed under the clean sheets.
He kisses my temple and joins me under the covers, pulling my body against his.
His arms wrap around my waist as he lets me rest my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and rests his against mine.
He turns off the lights, and as I begin to drift off, I hear him whispering.
“I'm in love with you too, my angel.”