Page 55 of Sold to the Devil
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 bekind 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.
