CHAPTER 31
Aelys
Finally, I pull away from Mattheo's arms and look at him to see that he doesn't understand why I'm breaking our embrace. I laugh softly and kiss his cheek before getting up and heading towards our dorm's closet.
“What are you doing, angel?”
“I'm going to take a bath.”
“Oh.”
I walk to the bathroom and glance over my shoulder. He looks at me with a slight disappointed pout on his handsome face and I smile.
“Well, aren't you going to join me?”
In a few seconds, he's up and pushing me into the bathroom. I laugh and watch him fill the tub with warm water. He adds bubbles and smiles at me, proud of himself. I roll my eyes playfully and place my pajamas on the counter. My hands reach behind my back to unzip the robe, but Mattheo stops me.
He opens my dress and lets his fingers trail down my spine as the fabric falls to the floor, leaving me in my panties and bra before him.
I shiver under his touch, unbothered by the calloused feel of his fingers.
His head moves to my neck as his free hand pushes my hair to the side to expose my skin.
His soft lips begin to place wet kisses on my shoulder and down to my neck, making me moan softly.
I feel him smile against my skin and I gasp as his hand moves to my hip, slowly moving down to my stomach.
“If I remember correctly, your period is over, isn't it, princess?” He mumbles while still pressing his lips to my neck.
I nod and his other hand moves to my throat, squeezing lightly. My lips part and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I love it when he's dominant.
“What did I tell you, princess? Use your fucking words,” he spits in my ear in a commanding voice.
“Yes.”
He hums in approval and gently bites my earlobe before returning his attention to my neck, letting his tongue lick the skin before nibbling at it.
I moan again and clench my legs as I start to get impatient.
His right hand is still on my stomach, motionless except for his thumb stroking my skin, while his left hand maintains its grip on my throat.
I know what he wants. He wants me to beg for it.
“Matt,” I moan as he starts sucking hard on my neck to leave his mark.
“What do you want, princess?” He mumbles, placing a wet kiss on the fresh hickey to soothe my bruised skin.
“Fuck me. Please,” I whisper back.
He groans at my words and presses his body harder against mine. I immediately feel how hard he is and bite my lower lip in anticipation.
Suddenly, he pulls away, his hands leaving my body, I turn to look at him in confusion. He grins devilishly and tilts his head toward the tub.
“Get in the tub, princess.”
“But-”
“I said.. Get. In. The. Tub,” he cuts me off, his eyes darkening and his jaw tensing.
A wave of excitement washes over me and I quickly strip off my panties and bra, then sit down in the tub.
I watch him through my eyelashes as he begins to take off his tie.
He throws it across the room and takes off his belt, the metal clinking as he drops it to the floor beside his feet.
He kicks off his shoes and slowly unbuttons his shirt.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache in my pussy, begging for his touch, my eyes never leaving his.
He grins devilishly when he notices. Once all the buttons are undone, he strips off the fabric and throws it somewhere in the room.
Honestly, I don't know where, and I don't care.
His pants also hit the floor, his fingers slid under the waistband of his boxers, tugging them lightly without removing them.
Tease.
“Matt,” I pout.
He chuckles darkly before finally removing his underwear, leaving him naked.
My eyes scan his bare, scar-streaked body, my heart racing at the sight of his muscles bulging and rolling beneath his skin with every movement.
My breath catches when my gaze falls on his bulging erection, a bead of precum letting me know how aroused he is.
I shift slightly, so he can sit down too. I move to rest my back against his chest, but he stops me. I raise an eyebrow in confusion, and he smirks. I squeak in surprise as he lifts me up and straddles me. Water splashes onto the floor, and I look up at him with parted lips and wide eyes.
“Matt!”
He pulls me closer by my hips and I moan softly when I feel his hard cock against my folds. I start to grind myself against him and a loud groan escapes his throat as he throws his head back.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
His fingers grip my hips and he helps me with my movements, quickening the pace. Loud moans escape our lips and I lean down to crush mine on his in a hungry, brutal kiss. He licks my lower lip, asking for entrance, and I let him in, making him moan louder.
One of his hands slides along my hip as he lifts me with the other. I feel him guide his member to my entrance and let it slide between my folds, his dark eyes deep in mine.
“May I?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I moan loudly as he thrusts in one swift, brutal motion. He groans in pleasure at the feel of my warmth around his cock and his lips part.
“So wet,” he groans.
His hands grip my hips again and he begins to guide me up and down his cock, causing loud moans to escape my swollen lips. I grab his shoulders for support, my nails digging into his skin making him hiss and grunt when pain mixes with pleasure.
I cry out his name when he suddenly shifts beneath me, his hands firmly gripping my ass as he moves at a relentless pace, immediately finding my G-spot.
He grins devilishly at the sound of his name escaping my lips like a prayer.
I close my eyes and he slaps my ass, making me squeak and flutter my eyelids open.
“Watch me when I fuck you, slut,” he spits in a dominant tone.
My lips part further as he increases his pace, and I moan loudly. His lips land on one of my nipples, swirling his tongue over it before biting it. I moan louder and feel him smirk against my chest. He leans back, his left hand resting on my throat, guiding me onto his cock to join his movements.
“Matt!” I whimper so loud it sounds like a scream. “It's too much!”
“You can take it,” he growls.
I start to feel my orgasm coming fast but I know he won't let me come without me begging him first. “Please, Matt!” I moan, my legs already starting to shake.
“Please what?” He groans, his dark eyes locked on mine, his jaw clenched.
“Please, let me come. Please, please, please!” I bite my lip to hold back another cry of pleasure.
He groans in pleasure and leans down to press his lips to mine before leaning back and nodding. “Come for me, princess.”
My whole body begins to shake as the knot of my orgasm unravels and pleasure floods my senses. My eyes close as my mouth hangs open, my head thrown back as best I can with his hand still around my throat, his name escaping my lips in a loud moan.
“Oh fuck!” He moans at the feeling of my walls tightening around his cock.
He keeps his pace but his movements become more erratic and I know he's close. It takes him a few more strokes before he unleashes his hot cum inside me, making me moan again as he groans loudly.
He pulls out slowly, but I wince in pain, already feeling sore. I fall into his arms, he holds me close, placing a tender kiss on the top of my head. He mutters a spell to cleanse the bath of our waste and warm the water. He strokes my back tenderly, and I sigh contentedly against his chest.
“You were perfect, princess. I love you.”
I smile softly and kiss his chest, making him laugh.
He washes my hair thoroughly and rinses it before doing the same to my body.
He washes himself, then picks me up and stands up, carrying me out of the tub.
He places a towel on the counter and sits me down on it, to wrap another towel around my body.
He wraps one around his waist so he can take care of me first.
He carefully dries me off and dresses me in my panties and pajamas.
He takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed, slowly slipping me under the silk sheets.
He kisses my temple and goes back into the bathroom.
A minute later, he's back, only wearing boxers.
He slides under the sheets, and I snuggle against him as his arms wrap around my body.
One of his hands moves to my thigh, he lifts my leg to rest it on top of his, my thigh pressed against his crotch.
With his other hand, he strokes my back tenderly.
“I love you, angel.”
“I love you too, Matt,” I whisper before falling asleep deeply.
I slip on my shoes and look towards the bed, hearing the rustle of the sheets. I smile softly when I see Matt sit up, a confused look on his face.
“What are you doing, my love?” He asks in his deep, raspy morning voice.
I clear my throat, ignoring the shivers running down my spine.
“I'll ask Nance and the girls if they want to go to the village a few kilometers from the Academy to find my dress.”
He rubs his eyes and yawns and gets out of bed. He walks to the closet and picks out a pair of black pants with a green hoodie. He gets dressed, and when I see the hoodie has his name on the back, I know I'm going to steal it later.
It looks comfortable and well, the fabric is bound to capture his smell so…
He notices how I'm looking at him so he raises an eyebrow and smirks. I shake my head to snap out of my daydream and frown in confusion.
“What are you doing? You could have stayed in bed, Matt.”
“Absolutely not. I'll get the boys and we'll all go to the village.”
I cross my arms over my chest and giggle. “No. You're not supposed to see my dress!” I protest.
He laughs and comes towards me, pulling me by the waist. He kisses my forehead and I wrap my arms around him, sighing at the comforting feeling his arms bring me.
“You'll go with the girls to get a dress while I go with the boys to get a suit, princess. We'll meet at the pub in the main square once we're done, okay?”
“Sounds like a good plan,” I hum.