chapter 15
Iselyn
Matleon is back. The real, uncivilized Matleon. And I’m so thankful for it because now my head and heart are not at war. They both hate him in equal measures, in fact, the hatred in my heart is stronger, as this bastard has played with it.
He ogled me the whole time I was eating, leaving me frustrated through and through, and now he’s not letting go of my hand. I’ve tried to yank it away so many times, but all he does is smile and hold it tighter. My hand is aching at this point.
The closer we get to the penthouse, the faster my pulse jumps. No, I’m not anticipating him to manhandle me or do things without my consent, I’m not excited about it. I’m angry. The new kind of anger that only comes in life when Matleon becomes a total jerk.
The penthouse door opens, and he pulls me into him, closing it behind us.
My hands land on his chest, my head spinning even though he hasn’t done anything yet.
The fear of what he might do is doing this to my head, yes, it’s fear, not that stupid anticipation.
And I’m not frustrated with myself. At all.
“Leave me, Matleon,” I say harshly.
“Why?” he drawls, lifting me up. My hands go around his neck to keep myself from falling.
He carries me to my room and sits on the bed with me in his lap. I try to push his chest to get away, but he grabs my wrists and pins them behind me. Now my front is pressed against him.
“You want me to let you go?” he smiles.
I nod, frowning. If I keep staying this close to him for a few more days, a permanent crease will form on my forehead.
“I’ll let you go if you kiss me,” he says, his eyes locked on my lips.
My heart hammers, my head reels, nerves sparking like fire, and my lungs betray me completely—all because of his inescapable, damnable dominance.
He caresses my cheeks beneath my eyes with his thumb. “I know you want to do it.”
“This is called being delusional,” I breathe.
He smiles, his palm now resting on my cheek. The coolness is soothing against my heated skin. I want to feel more of this rough, cool touch, only because my cheeks are burning, and it’s not a good feeling.
His fingers press below my ear and along my neck, the sensitive nerves there disrupting my breathing further.
“You should see how you’re looking right now,” he says with satisfaction, massaging his fingers over my skin.
“How am I looking?” I manage to ask. I don’t know how I’m looking, but I know I don’t like how I feel right now. I can’t even think clearly to formulate a proper question.
His amused smile fades, and now the look on his face is doing something in my lower belly, something that’s been there since the very start of this Matleon drama, which I’ve been successfully avoiding until now. Now it’s beating like another heart, right where his hardness presses against me.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. “Like an angel.” My heart skips a few mad beats. “Expanded black in cold blue, red everywhere,” he mutters, his eyes roaming over my face as if admiring something… “my angel.”
His hand presses harder on my cheek, and that’s the only warning I get before Matleon’s lips crash onto mine.
Everything goes blank. My eyes are open, but I’m unable to see anything, think anything.
I don’t know how to kiss. All I can do is let him have what he wants.
My mind screams at me, every rational thought shouting in protest, but he’s drowning them out, I can’t hear a single one.
Once again, Matleon has claimed my primary thoughts.
My eyes drop, my lids feel impossibly heavy.
My lips relax under his pressure as he sucks them, grazing them with his teeth.
He tries to push his tongue inside my mouth, and I can’t stop him.
When his tongue meets mine, I feel another surge of the same overwhelming sensation that’s making me lose my mind.
Matleon
Fuck.
She tastes like honeyed coconut. I don’t even know if such a thing exists, and I give zero shits if it doesn’t.
I knew it, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself after a single taste of her mouth, and I knew it perfectly well. With every passing second, I want more, want all of her.
I push my tongue into her sweet mouth. Her trembling tongue meets mine, and now I’m trembling.
I’m fucking trembling like a teenager getting his first kiss.
I groan, sucking her lips as if they might start releasing the honey they taste like.
I press her mouth harder against mine. She wants this.
No matter how much she denies it, she wants this.
Otherwise, she would have pushed me away.
I release her wrists the moment my lips meet hers.
Now I need both hands to press her into me.
I’d prefer merging her into me, but that’s impossible.
Her lack of protest is burning inside me like an uncontrolled fire. My lungs burn with it. I’m not breathing. I’m not able to breathe, but it’s fine, I won’t die in the next ten minutes.
I suck on her lower lip, the fuller one. She bites my upper one, and I lose it completely. My head feels like it might explode. She is responding. But it’s a slip, she’s pushing me now. I let her go, my eyes landing on her lips, swollen and bright red.
I stop myself from taking them again between my teeth, they look so fucking delicious.
Then I see her eyes, confused, yet hooded with angelic arousal.
They aren’t even fully open. The ocean blue is still suffocating behind her diluted pupils.
I love that color in her eyes, and I love it even more when it’s barely visible.
“Your eyes are screaming fuck me, Angel,” I mutter.
“You’re not an angel,” she murmurs.
Her brain is still struggling to process things clearly. I understand her state perfectly because mine is only slightly better.
“I’m not, you are the angel,” I smile. “My Angel.”
She blinks a few times before getting up from my lap.
The sight of my hard dick pressing against my pants is outright glorious now that she isn’t sitting there.
The pressure aches, threatening to tear the fabric.
I adjust it into a more comfortable position.
She watches me do so, lips parted. I chuckle, she looks away.
She’s still looking lost, and I’m loving this look far too much.
“So now that we’ve kissed, we could easily get married,” I say, leaning back, palms resting on the bed behind me.
She looks at me with that cute frown again. “With this logic, you must have married every woman you kissed before.”
I laugh.