"Unveiling the Night: A First Dance of Tradition and Desire: 3
Mattheo
"And I plan on doing a lot with you," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise. "But first, I need to hear you say it again. Tell me you're mine, wife."
Adhi
She looked up at him, her breath quickening with a mix of nervous anticipation and resolve. "Iโm yours," she repeated softly, her voice steady despite the flutter of emotions. Her eyes met his with a mix of vulnerability and trust, waiting for the moment to unfold.
Professor Riddle hummed in approval, his hand still working its magic on her.
Mattheo
"Good," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Very good. You're learning, wife. But I'm not finished with you yet. I need more, I need to make sure you truly understand that you're mine."
His mouth returned to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.
Mattheo
"I want to hear you say it with every moan, every gasp, every time you shiver when I touch you," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Remind yourself who you belong to."
His hand shifted, his fingers finding a new angle that made she arch into his touch. At the same time, his lips and teeth continued to explore her neck, his mouth claiming every inch of skin it could reach.
Mattheo
"I'll drive you to the edge, over and over again," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "And each time, I'll make you say it, make you whisper that you're mine. Because I want you to remember, forever, that you belong to me."
His hand picked up speed again, his fingers working magic, as his lips moved to her ear once more.
Mattheo
"You're mine, wife," he repeated, a hint of a growl in his voice. "And I plan on showing you, over and over again, just how true that is."
The sensations were overwhelming, building to a peak that was both blissful and agonizing. she was teetering on the edge, poised to tumble into ecstasy, but Professor Riddle was holding her there, prolonging the moment with his touch.
He was relentless, his fingers unmerciful as they worked their magic, bringing her to the brink of pleasure and then holding her there, just on the edge of release.
Mattheo
"Say it," he commanded, his voice a strangled whisper. "Say it again, wife. Tell me who you belong to."
Adhi
She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed as she looked at him with a blend of apprehension and longing. Her voice was soft but unwavering as she replied, "I belong to you." The words felt both empowering and intimate, and she gazed at him with a mixture of surrender and anticipation.
Professor Riddle's breath hitched in his throat as she obediently obeyed, her voice whispering the words that he craved to hear.
Mattheo
"Good girl," he praised, his hand continuing to work its magic. "Very good. You're learning quickly."
He nipped at her ear, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin.
Mattheo
"But don't forget, once you're mine, you're mine forever," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "I won't let you go, wife. You're mine to keep, to protect, to claim, to love as I please. Do you understand?"
His hand picked up speed, his fingers coaxing her ever closer to the edge.
Mattheo
"Answer me, wife," he demanded. "Do you understand that you belong to me, now and always?"
Adhi
She felt a shiver of both submission and resolve at his commanding tone. Her eyes met his with a mixture of earnestness and acceptance. With a steady voice, she replied, "Yes, I understand. I belong to you, now and always."
Professor Riddle's breath hitched again at her words, the primal possessiveness within him awakening further.
Mattheo
"Good," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're learning, wife. And you're doing so well."
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, the intensity of his earlier demand giving way to a deeper, more intimate connection. His gaze lingered on her, reflecting both his dominant claim and his profound affection.
Mattheo
"Eager, are we?" he teased, his voice dripping with lust. "Don't worry, wife. I'm not done with you yet."
His fingers continued their maddening pace, his other hand gripping her hip tightly, holding her in place against him.
Mattheo
"You're so close," he hissed, his voice filled with both desire and satisfaction. "But I want to hear you say it one more time. Tell me who you belong to, wife. Remind yourself, and me, that you're mine. Forever."
His words were a command and a plea, a mixture of dominance and longing that sent shivers down her spine. He was so close to bringing her over the edge, and yet he was keeping her there, needing to hear her say those words one more time before he granted her release.
Adhi
She looked into his eyes, her voice resolute and filled with emotion as she replied, "I belong to you, forever. Iโm yours." Her words were both a reaffirmation of her submission and a declaration of her commitment.
A possessive growl ripe through him as something primal awaken inside him hearing her words which he craved more than anything.
Mattheo
"That's it," he murmured, his voice filled with possessive desire. "That's my good girl. You're mine, forever and always. And I plan on reminding you of that fact, every single day."
His fingers continued their assault, driving her ever closer to the edge, his control starting to slip.
Mattheo
"You have no idea how much control I'm exercising right now," he muttered, his voice hoarse with restraint. "I want to take you, to claim you completely, here and now. But I want you to remember who you belong to first."
His fingers pressed a bit harder, his movements slightly more demanding, a sign that he was reaching his own limit.
Mattheo
"One more time, wife," he demanded, his voice a husky whisper. "Say the words again. Remind yourself, and me, who you belong to."Professor Riddle's control finally shattered at her words. He let out a guttural moan, the sound echoing through the room.
Mattheo
"You're mine," he growled, his hands gripping you tightly as he pressed her flush against him. "My wife, my property, my everything. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
His lips found hers in a savage kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth with a possessive hunger. His body pressed against hers, his desire evident in every line and contour of his form.
As he began to move, walking her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed, he laid her down gently. He crawled onto the bed himself, his body hovering over hers, his eyes locked onto hers with intense focus. His hands roamed over her skin almost reverently, as if he was mapping out every inch of her to ensure it was etched into his memory.
Mattheo
"Youโre so beautiful," he murmured, his lips exploring every dip and curve of her body. "So perfect. And mine. All mine." His mouth found hers again, the kiss possessive and demanding, a claim on her lips that was both dominant and consuming. His body pressed against hers, his weight settling over her as he continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and lips roaming, memorizing every contour and texture of her form.
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