"Whispers of Dawn: A Moment of Peace"
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As the night slowly ticked by, the steady beat of her heart lulled him into a deeper state of rest. For the first and only time in his life, Mattheo felt genuinely at peace.
The weight of the world, which he usually bore with grim determination, was momentarily lifted. In its place was a subtle sense of wholeness, a feeling that he hadn't experienced before. And he knew, as he held her closer against him, that it was all because of her.
Mattheo's eyes slowly opened, the first light of morning filtering through the curtains. He was still holding her in his arms, her body pressed against him, her breathing slow and steady.
He took a moment to simply look at her, his eyes soft and gentle as he took in her peaceful form. A small, almost fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly extricated himself from the bed, careful not to wake her.
Standing beside the bed, Mattheo looked down at her, his mind already shifting back into his usual mode. He could see the marks he'd left on her skin, the possessive reminders of what they had shared the night before.
A hint of satisfaction and possessiveness sparked in his eyes, but he quickly pushed it down, replacing it with his usual stern expression.
He moved towards his desk, picking up a few pieces of paperwork he knew he needed to attend to. But his eyes kept straying back to her, her peaceful form still asleep in his bed.
He felt an irrational urge to crawl back into bed with her, to hold her close again, to claim her once more. But he suppressed it, knowing he had work to do.
Mattheo took a seat at his desk, forcing his focus back onto the paperwork in front of him. But even as he tried to concentrate, his mind kept wandering back to the night before, replaying the moments he'd shared with her.
Every now and then, his eyes would flit back to her, checking that she was still there, still sleeping peacefully, still his.
The sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. It was a beautiful morning, but Mattheo couldnโt fully appreciate it. His mind was too occupied with thoughts of her, with the memory of her body against his, the sound of her voice whispering his name.
He signed another piece of paper, his hand moving mechanically, his mind elsewhere.
He tried to focus on the work, on the important tasks he had to complete. But the image of her sleeping in his bed, so vulnerable and yet so utterly beautiful, kept distracting him.
He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his thoughts. He had work to do, papers to grade, duties to attend to. He couldn't let himself get distracted by her, no matter how badly he wanted to crawl back into bed and hold her close.
Mattheo frowned, realizing how difficult this was going to be. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to go back to her, to hold her, to claim her as his own again.
But he was stern enough to keep himself in check, at least for now. He had to maintain his composure, his control.
However, that control was wavering with every breath she took, every soft sigh that escaped her lips. He felt like he was balancing on the edge of a precipice, fighting off the urge to give in to his desires.
He clenched his jaw, his hand gripping his pen a bit tighter. He couldn't let himself lose control, not here, not now. He had to maintain his facade, his authoritative persona.
He glanced at her again, his eyes roaming over her sleeping form, his heart giving a small thump.
He forced himself to look back down at the paperwork, trying to focus on the words that seemed to blur before his eyes. He had to get a grip. He was Mattheo Marvolo Riddle, a strict and unyielding teacher. He didn't let himself get distracted by anything, especially not a woman.(yeah, a woman Who is his beloved wife. who also has him wrapped around her little finger without even trying.)
But there was something about her that made his usual iron self-control waver.
He silently cursed himself, his mind replaying the moment from the night before when she had whispered those words he craved to hear.
"Yours," she had said, her voice a low, whispered promise.
Those words echoed in his ears, making his heart skip a beat. He wanted to hear it again; he needed to hear it again.
But she was asleep right now, unaware of the turmoil she was stirring within him. He watched her for a moment, his eyes once again drawn to the marks he'd left on her skin.
The sight of them made a possessive pride flare in his chest. She was marked as his, claimed as his. And that thought both excited and unnerved him.
He could feel his control slipping further and further. His mind was filled with thoughts of her, of the way she felt under him, the way she looked at him when she called him "husband."
He wanted to hear it again; he needed to hear it. But she was still asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing inside him. As he was deep in thought, she began to stir. Mattheo's eyes were immediately drawn to her. He watched as she slowly roused from sleep, her quiet whines breaking the silence.
His heart did a little leap as he saw her beginning to wake up, his attention completely diverted from the paperwork in front of him.
Mattheo's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her sitting up in bed. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, falling across her chest and barely covering the essentials. As she stretched, the movement caused the sheets to shift, revealing more of her skin. The light filtering through the window accentuated the softness of her features, making her look both vulnerable and radiant.
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