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“No gods here, my love. Just you and me,” he growls, biting my lower lip before letting go.
I moan louder and start to feel my orgasm building, making my legs tremble around his waist. Of course, he notices and picks up the pace even more.
“Beg if you want to come,” he spits in a dominant tone.
“Please, Mattheo!” I squeal, desperate.
His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes lightly, making my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure.
“Please, what?”
I don't want to beg him, it's too embarrassing... But it feels so good and I need to come so badly.
“Please, let me come!” I moan louder.
He leans down to my lips and kisses me hard before resting his forehead on mine. “Come for me, angel.”
He gives a few more thrusts and I come hard. He moans too as my walls tightens around him and his thrusts become less controlled before a loud moan escapes his lips and I feel him come inside me.
He brings us both to the end of our orgasms before stopping and kissing me gently. He carefully pulls out and I moan at the sensation. I'm sore and exhausted, but I'm happy. He places a kiss on my temple before leaving the bed, putting his underwear back on and disappearing into the bathroom.
I don't really pay attention because I feel my eyelids getting heavy.
I want to sleep.
But he quickly returns and takes me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and he leads me into the bathroom. I see that he has run me a bath and he gently lowers me into the warm water. I sigh contentedly as the pain seems to lessen thanks to the warmth.
He sits down next to the tub and carefully begins washing my body and my hair. Once I'm washed and he's rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, he pulls the stopper out of the tub's drain and takes me in his arms, gently wrapping a towel around my body.
He leads me back to the bed, sits me down on it and begins to dry me thoroughly with tender gestures.
He helps me put on clean underwear and one of his T-shirts. It's much too big for me and reaches halfway up my thighs, but it feels good. I smell his perfume. He takes me back in his arms, grabs his wand, and points it at the bed, changing the sheets.
He places his wand on the desk and tucks me into bed under the clean sheets. He kisses my temple and joins me under the covers, pulling my body against his. His arms wrap around my waist as he lets me rest my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and rests his against mine. He turns off the lights, and as I begin to drift off, I hear him whispering.
“I'm in love with you too, my angel.”
CHAPTER 23
Aelys
Three weeks later
I'm exhausted but incredibly happy. Classes are tiring, and I'm always bored because I practically know everything we're learning. But my relationship with Mattheo helps me to stay sane. Since our first night together, he's been incredibly affectionateand tender.
In public, he continues to do what he's been doing since our first day at the monastery: he always has an arm around my shoulder or waist and his hand on my thigh during lunches and classes. He's also started stealing kisses here and there, but he mostly kisses me on the cheek or temple when we're in public.
But behind closed doors, everything has changed. Once in our dorm, he can't hold back anymore and kisses me like a hungry lion. He also can't seem to get enough of me, which means he fucks me hard or makes love to me every night. And every night, without fail, he holds me tightly in his arms, whispering sweet nothings and how much he loves me until we both fall asleep.
In public, he is Mattheo Rigast, the son of the Dark Mage whom everyone fears because of the dark magic that runs through his veins.
In private, he's Matt, the man who would set the world on fire if it meant I'd be safe and happy.
The man who loves me unconditionally and proves it to me every passing day.
On the other hand, most of the students don't believe in our relationship and don't hesitate to let us know. Our marriage hasn't been announced publicly yet, and Mattheo's playboy reputation isn't working in our favor. They all think I'm just his plaything of the moment, and that he eventually will get bored.
Even though my fiancé has fought several times for the simple reason of other guys looking in my direction or even giving me a look-over a little too insistently for his liking.
