Page 35 of Sold to the Devil
Suddenly, everything stops when I feel something warm and soft on my lips. The dizziness begins to fade, my vision slowly begins to return, and I feel air entering my lungs again as the heat disappears.
It takes me a good minute before I can see and breathe properly again. My heart rate slows to a normal pace, and I exhale a breath of relief. I've never had a panic attack this bad before.
“My angel?”
I feel him cup my cheeks, gently turn my head towards him, my lips part slightly, surprised by his tenderness. My eyes meet his worried ones, and I frown. Why is he being so kind and acting like he cares? I'm confused.
“Have you ever had panic attacks before?”
I nod.
“Never this bad but yes…”
He nods and rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and sighing.
“You scared me,” he mutters.
I shake my head, not believing him but more importantly, wanting answers.
“Why don't you ask your father to find you another wife? I don't understand, Mattheo… Why not ask him to cancel our marriage and choose someone else ? You hate me.”
He doesn't answer. He just shakes his head before pulling back and stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
“That's the problem, Aelys.”
He takes a shaky breath before letting his thumb meet my lower lip and tug on it, his eyes focused on the action.
“I don't think I ever hated you.”
He doesn't give me a chance to speak as he crushes his lips to mine. One of his hands runs through my hair while the other settles on the small of my back, pulling me impossibly close. My hands move up into his hair, sliding into his soft curls, gripping them gently.
He licks my lower lip, asking me to enter, and I allow him. Our tongues battle for dominance, but he eventually wins. I tug on his curls, earning a low moan from him. His grip on my hair tightens as the hand that was on my back moves to my waist. I moan as I feel him grip my hip harder. It will probably leave a bruise, but I don't care. He starts rocking my hips back and forth on him, and soon, I feel him growing hard beneath me. The friction on my covered clit makes me moan again as he groans against my lips.
His hands move to my thighs and he lifts us off the floor before moving over to the bed. He gently lays me on my back, placing his body between my legs, his hips against mine. He breaks the kiss to dip his head into the curve of my neck.
My back arches against him as I move my head to the side to give him more space. I cry out in desire as he bites one of the hickeys Tom left and he growls against my skin, making me shudder beneath him.
“I'll kill him for touching you.”
I moan as he licks my skin and begins to nibble gently. I gasp when I feel him suck harshly as he begins to leave his own mark on me. Once satisfied with his work, he kisses it gently before moving back up to my lips, kissing me hungrily.
“You're mine, Aelys. Don't fucking forget that,” he mumbles against my lips.
He rolls his hips against mine and I gasp as I feel his hard cock move against my clit. He rolls them again, moaning as I moan too. He slides his tongue between my lips, kissing me passionately. This kiss is so intense that it makes me moan again. His left hand grabs my wrists and he pins my hands above my head, arching my body against his. His right hand slides down my body, discovering every curve I possess.
“I'm going to ruin you, my angel.” He growls against my lips and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Then ruin me, Mattheo,” I whisper, my mind clouded by my desire for him.
He grunts and then rolls his hips again as his right hand cups one of my breasts, letting a moan escape me that dies muffled in our kiss. His hand moves down to the hem of my shirt and he gently strokes the skin of my hip before looking up at me, silently asking for my permission. I nod and he lifts my shirt before letting go of my wrists and removing it completely, leaving me in my emerald green bra. The lust in his eyes intensifies as he admires my chest.
“Magnificent,” he growls.
He looks at me, my heart skipping a beat as I see tenderness mixed with desire in his eyes.
“Can I touch you, my angel?”
I blush and avoid his gaze before nodding slowly. His hand grabs my chin and he forces me to look at him.
