CHAPTER 33
OPHELIA
My mouth fell open before I could stop it. “Are you…are you saying—”
He didn’t even let me finish. “I’m saying,” he said, “I love everything about you. Everything anyone else would say is fucked-up or obsessive. I think it’s beautiful…perfect. The best thing anyone’s ever done.”
I just stared at him, the words tumbling around in my head without landing anywhere that made sense.
My chest ached so hard I was a little afraid I was having a heart attack.
He pushed off the bed, sweatpants still low on his hips, cum-stained sheets twisted behind him.
His eyes, bright and almost fevered-looking…
never left mine as he stalked toward me.
“I love every single thing about you,” he said, like he was confessing a sin and a prayer at once. “Every photo. Every notebook. Every stolen sock. Every second you watched me sleep. It’s the hottest, best thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Tears welled up before I could stop them, slipping down my cheeks in hot streaks. I couldn’t understand it…how he wasn’t angry, how he wasn’t already gone.
He reached out, not quite touching me, his hand hovering like he was afraid I might vanish if he did. “I don’t know how I didn’t see you before,” he said softly. “But once I did? That was it. Game over.”
Something inside me cracked wide open.
Matty held my gaze, his eyes unflinching. “You think you’re the only one who’d do crazy things to keep the person they love?” He smiled then, and it seemed dangerous, full of something that looked like…everything I’d ever wanted from him.
“If I’m your god, Ophelia, then you’re my goddess. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t have done to get you.”
I swallowed, trembling.
“Tell me,” I whispered, my fingers finding the hem of my shirt. “Tell me all the things you would’ve done.”
I pulled it over my head and let it drop.
His eyes flared.
“I would’ve hacked your phone— I did hack it,” he said, a small smirk on his beautiful lips. “I tracked every step. I knew where you were before you did.”
I shivered and unhooked my bra, letting it fall.
“I would’ve broken into your room,” he continued, stepping closer, his eyes flicking once to my breasts before they came back up to my face. “Left my cum on your pillow so you’d smell me when you slept.”
My jeans slid down my hips.
“I would’ve swapped your birth control,” he rasped. “Put my baby in you the first chance I got.”
I stepped out of my panties, naked and shaking.
“I would’ve burned every bridge,” he said in a raw voice, “so you had nowhere to go but to me.”
I stood bare before him, tears streaming…my heart wide open.
“So you love me,” I finally whispered, voice quivering. “You love all of me?”
He didn’t answer with words.
Matty yanked me forward, one brutal, possessive pull, and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was fire and teeth and desperation, his tongue claiming every inch, swallowing my gasp. I melted into it, hands fisting his shirt, tears mixing with the taste of him.
When he finally pulled back, our foreheads stayed pressed together, both of us catching uneven breaths that tangled in the space between us.
“I love all of you,” he said, his voice frayed at the edges like it could barely contain what he felt. “Every twisted, perfect piece.”
His hands framed my face, thumbs wiping my tears. “Don’t change a thing. Not one. You want anything—no matter how fucked-up it sounds, no matter who says it’s wrong—I’ll do it for you. You want to do it to me? Do it. I’m yours. Completely.”
He grabbed me by the waist, hoisted me off the floor like I weighed nothing, and threw me onto the bed.
I hit the bed and bounced, the air rushing from my lungs as my legs fell open and my heartbeat kicked hard against my ribs.
Matty was on me before I could blink, his hands on my hips, hauling me up his body until my knees bracketed his shoulders.
“Open,” he demanded as his teeth scraped the inside of my thigh.
I barely had time to gasp before his mouth sealed over my pussy—hot, wet, ruthless.
His tongue speared inside me, curling, thrusting, lapping up every drop like he was starving.
I cried out as I bucked against his face.
He groaned into me, the vibration shooting straight through my clit. His hands clamped my thighs wider, fingers digging into my skin as he held me open for his feast.
It wasn’t enough, though. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him throb against my tongue while he kept wrecking me with his. I wanted us both undone, tangled…lost in each other.
I reached for him, tugging insistently on his shoulders.
He got the message fast, and strong hands slid under my ass, lifting me effortlessly while he moved up the bed, turning us so his knees bracketed my shoulders.
Now he hovered above me, his cock heavy and and throbbing inches from my lips while his head dipped back between my thighs.
“Suck me,” he begged, his voice muffled against my folds. “Now.”
I leaned forward, hands bracing on his hips, and took him in. The head slid past my lips, salty and hot, stretching my mouth wide. He thrust up immediately, fucking my throat in time with his tongue inside me.
I moaned around him, and he growled back, the sound vibrating through my core.
His tongue flicked my clit, mercilessly, and then plunged deep again, his nose buried in my wetness. I gushed over his chin, his cheeks…his throat. Matty drank it all, swallowing loudly as his fingers spread me wider so he could tongue-fuck me harder.
I took him deeper until I was gagging and tears were in my eyes. My saliva dripped down his shaft, and he hissed, hips snapping, his cock pulsing against my tongue.
“Fuck—yes—” he snarled as his teeth grazed my clit. “Swallow me, baby. Take it all.”
I did. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as my tongue swirled the piercing, my throat working around him.
His hips jerked, and then he was coming…thick, heavy bursts flooding my mouth, down my throat, spilling past my lips. I swallowed frantically, choking, moaning, drowning in him.
At the same time his tongue lashed my clit. His fingers plunged inside me, brushing against that spot…and I exploded. I screamed around his cock, my core clenching as more of me gushed over his face.
He devoured it, sucking and groaning until I was shaking and sobbing, grinding against his mouth mindlessly.
Matty didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept thrusting into my mouth as we both rode the aftershocks. Only when I collapsed forward, trembling, did he ease me off. Cum and my juices were smeared across both our faces.
I glanced down, my eyes catching on the thick, flushed length of him. It was still somehow rigid, still leaking, pulsing against his stomach like it hadn’t just come down my throat.
“I need more,” he said hoarsely, and in the next second he spun me and slammed me down onto his cock.
I sank to the hilt, a sob tearing free as he filled me, thick and pulsing and perfect.
“Ride me,” he commanded, his voice rough with want as his hands gripped my hips. “Ride your god.”
I did, frantically, grinding down as he thrust up, the wet slap of skin echoing.
“I’d lock you in my room,” he gritted out. “Chain you to my bed. Fuck you every morning before practice and every night after. I’d breed you until you were dripping, until you were round with me.”
“More,” I begged, my nails raking his chest. “Tell me more.”
“I’d blackmail you into living with me,” he said hoarsely. “Find every secret, every photo, every fantasy…hold it over you until you were begging to stay. I’d film us, every scream, every orgasm, and make you watch while I fucked you again.”
I shattered. My pussy clamped down, milking him, waves of pleasure surging through me as I screamed his name.
He didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting, kept talking.
“I’d sabotage every job, every friendship, every escape route,” he rasped. “Make the world too small for anyone but me. I’d burn this dorm down just to carry you out in my arms. I’d kill for you, Ophelia. I’d die for you. You’re not going anywhere. Ever.”
I came again—harder, longer—a full-body convulsion that wrenched a harsh sob from my throat as I buried my face in his neck.
He flipped me and pinned me down to the bed so I couldn’t move, his hips thrusting against me desperately before he followed me over the edge and spilled deep inside me.
I felt it seep out around him, warm and slick, dripping slowly down my thighs.
We collapsed against the bed.
For a long time, we just lay there, the world narrowed to skin and breath and the unsteady rhythms of our hearts trying to remember how to beat.
And then my tears broke loose before I could stop them. Happy tears. Disbelieving ones. They hit his shoulder, and he lifted his head, kissing me again, then again, like he couldn’t stand to leave a single part of me untouched.
“Don’t cry,” he murmured, his voice rough with something that wasn’t just exhaustion.
“I can’t help it,” I said, the words tumbling out of me. “I’ve never been this happy. It feels like my body doesn’t know what to do with it.”
His hand cupped my jaw and his thumb traced the corner of my mouth. “Then let it break you,” he said softly. “If it’s real, it should.”
His forehead rested against mine, his breathing uneven. I reached up, meaning to touch his face…and froze when my fingers brushed damp skin.
He was crying, too.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The world was just salt and skin and breath, the weight of something too big for either of us to hold.
It was the first time that breaking didn’t feel like a curse.
The first time it felt like…
A miracle.