"Unveiling the Night: A First Dance of Tradition and Desire: 2"
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Contain mature content ahead. (don't tell me I didn't warn ya. And there won't be much but still enough to drown your unholy soul in holy water. ๐๐ซ )
His hands continued to roam over her body, exploring every dip and hollow with a hunger that was becoming harder to control. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to claim her completely as his own.
His lips moved down her neck, trailing a path of kisses along her shoulder. His breath was hot against her skin, and his body was pressed firmly against her, the hard planes of his chest and stomach against her back.
Mattheo
"You're driving me insane," he muttered, his voice raw with desire. "I can't get enough of you, the feel of you, the taste of you-"took a deep breath.
"And yet, I still want more," he murmured, his lips continuing to move over her skin, nipping and sucking at her flesh. "I want to devour you, consume you, make you mine in every way possible."
His hands began to wander again, tracing a path down her stomach, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever he touched. He was getting closer and closer to the bundle of nerves he craved to touch.
His hands began to wander again, tracing a path down her stomach, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever he touched. He was getting closer and closer to the bundle of nerves he craved to touch.
Mattheo
"I want to make you mine in the most primal way possible," he whispered, his voice filled with both desire and something else, something that hinted at his possessive nature. "I want to claim you, to mark you as mine, so everyone will know you belong to me and me alone."
She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her breath catching in her throat. A mix of emotions crossed her faceโnervousness, anticipation, and a hint of excitement. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked at him with a blend of vulnerability and a growing sense of surrender.
His fingers finally reached the spot he was aiming for, and he began to apply pressure and small, precise circles, stoking the fire within her even higher.
Mattheo
"And once I mark you as mine, I'm never letting you go," he continued, his voice rough with need. "You're mine, forever. You'll be mine in the morning, mine at night, mine in every moment of our lives from now on."
His breathing was ragged now, his words punctuated by gasps and muttered curses as his fingers continued to work their magic. He could feel her body responding to his touch, the way she moved and wriggled against him, and it only fueled his desire even more.
Mattheo
"You drive me mad, you know," he grunted. "The way you respond to my touch, to my voice. I can't resist you, even if I wanted to."
His lips found her ear again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.
Mattheo
"I want to hear you say it," he whispered, his voice filled with both command and desperation. "I want to hear you say that you're mine, that you belong to me."
His fingers quickened their pace, driven by his need to hear her words, to hear her admit her submission to him.
"Say it, wife," he insisted, his voice demanding. "Say you belong to me."
Adhi
She felt her heart race as his words sank in, a mixture of apprehension and longing swirling within her. Her voice trembled slightly as she met his intense gaze, the weight of his demand pressing heavily on her. With a breathy whisper, she finally said, "Iโm yours... I belong to you."
Professor Riddle chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down her spine.
Mattheo
"Good girl," he murmured, his lips lingering on her ear. "I love hearing you say that. But make no mistake, I want to hear you say it often. You're mine, understand? My wife, my property, to do with as I please."
His hand continued to move, the pressure and pace building to a dizzying intensity.
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