"Awakening the Heart: The Moment of Deep Affection"
Mattheo
"Iโve waited so long for this," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "So long to have you in my hands, under me, where you belong." His lips traveled to her neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh, marking her as his own. His hands moved lower, tracing a fiery path down her stomach.
Mattheo
"And now that youโre mine, Iโm going to show you just what that means," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive promise. "Iโm going to show you how it feels to be owned, to be claimed, to be mine completely." His fingers gripped her hips tightly as he pulled her closer, positioning her body beneath his.
Mattheo
"You're mine, wife," he repeated with a low growl. "And this is only the beginning of what that means." His body pressed against hers, finding the perfect angle as he began to move, the friction between them igniting a fire that seemed to consume them both.
Mattheo
"Iโve wanted you for so long," he muttered, his voice a guttural rumble. "The things Iโve dreamed of doing to you, the ways Iโve imagined claiming you..." His lips found hers again, his kiss hungry and demanding, pouring all his desire and need into that one kiss. His hands continued to explore her body, his touch both tender and possessive, ensuring she felt every bit of his claim.
Mattheo
As the friction between them built to a maddening level, he was losing control, his restraint slipping away. "I canโt get enough of you," he whispered, his voice raw with need. "I want you, all of you, and Iโm going to take you, make you mine in every way possible."
His hands moved to her wrists, pinning them above her head as he continued to move against her, the friction growing more intense. His lips returned to the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth nipping at her flesh, dominating her with his touch and kisses. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the feel of his body against hers, the heat of his mouth on her skin, and the possessive way he held her.
Mattheo
"Say it again,โ he demanded, his voice a hoarse growl. โSay youโre mine, wife. I want to hear you say it, to hear you acknowledge that you belong to me.โ
"Time had passed, and the moment of reflection came."
Professor Riddle's room was silent, except for the sound of their breathing and the low hum of the air conditioning. The aftermath of their intense and passionate encounter lingered in the air, its presence still palpable.
Professor Riddle lay beside her, his eyes fixed on the ceiling with a satisfied expression. His hand traced small circles on her skin, a tender gesture that contrasted with his usual dominant demeanor. As he noticed her falling asleep, his hand continued its soothing motion. A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her drift off.
He shifted slightly, pulling the blankets up over her to ensure she was comfortable. Then, he scooted closer, drawing her body against his and holding her tightly as she surrendered to sleep. As Professor Riddle held her in his arms, his heart felt unexpectedly full. The usual sternness and dominance that defined him seemed to dissolve, replaced by a rare and gentle softness.
He couldnโt help but watch her sleep fondly, his eyes softening as he took in the curve of her face and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath. This tender protectiveness was something he had never experienced before, and while it surprised him, he didnโt resist it. Instead, he held her closer, his hand still tracing soothing circles on her skin, as if to ensure she was real and not just a dream.
Professor Riddle allowed himself to simply enjoy this quiet, intimate moment. He was aware that with the sunrise, he would return to his usual stern and demanding self. But for now, with her sleeping in his arms, he permitted himself to embrace the rare softness and closeness they shared.
As he held her, Professor Riddle found himself contemplating their future together. He knew it wouldnโt always be easy, given the demands of his job and his own possessive tendencies. Yet, he was resolved to do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. In an unexpected and profound way, she had become his everything.
He let out a sigh, his gaze drifting back to the ceiling. The transformation in his life seemed almost unbelievable. Just a few weeks ago, he could never have imagined finding himself in this situation. But now, with her in his arms, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
With one last gentle squeeze, Professor Riddle closed his eyes, allowing himself to embrace this newfound vulnerability. He knew that tomorrow would demand he revert to his authoritative and unyielding self, but for tonight, he would let himself be soft, vulnerable, and simply a man holding the woman he loved.
As he drifted off, a strange sense of contentment settled over him. The chaotic and uncertain world outside seemed distant and irrelevant. Here, At this moment, everything felt just right. For the first time in a long time, Professor Riddle slept peacefully, his arms wrapped around her, both protecting and claiming her as his own.
Tomorrow would bring its own challenges and obstacles, but for now, in the quiet of the night, he allowed himself this brief moment of vulnerability and peace, holding her close as a priceless treasure.
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