“If I’m your god, Ophelia, then you’re my goddess. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t have done to get you.”
I swallowed, trembling.
“Tell me,” I whispered, my fingers finding the hem of my shirt. “Tell meallthe things you would’ve done.”
I pulled it over my head and let it drop.
His eyes flared.
“I would’ve hacked your phone— I did hack it,” he said, a small smirk on his beautiful lips. “I tracked every step. I knew where you were before you did.”
I shivered and unhooked my bra, letting it fall.
“I would’ve broken into your room,” he continued, stepping closer, his eyes flicking once to my breasts before they came back up to my face. “Left my cum on your pillow so you’d smell me when you slept.”
My jeans slid down my hips.
“I would’ve swapped your birth control,” he rasped. “Put my baby in you the first chance I got.”
I stepped out of my panties, naked and shaking.
“I would’ve burned every bridge,” he said in a raw voice, “so you had nowhere to go but tome.”
I stood bare before him, tears streaming…my heart wide open.
“So you love me,” I finally whispered, voice quivering. “You loveallof me?”
He didn’t answer with words.
Matty yanked me forward, one brutal, possessive pull, and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was fire and teeth and desperation, his tongue claiming every inch, swallowing my gasp. I melted into it, hands fisting his shirt, tears mixing with the taste of him.
When he finally pulled back, our foreheads stayed pressed together, both of us catching uneven breaths that tangled in the space between us.
“I loveallof you,” he said, his voice frayed at the edges like it could barely contain what he felt. “Every twisted, perfect piece.”
His hands framed my face, thumbs wiping my tears. “Don’t change a thing. Not one. You want anything—no matter how fucked-up it sounds, no matter who says it’s wrong—I’ll do it for you. You want to do it to me?Do it. I’m yours. Completely.”
He grabbed me by the waist, hoisted me off the floor like I weighed nothing, andthrewme onto the bed.
I hit the bed and bounced, the air rushing from my lungs as my legs fell open and my heartbeat kicked hard against my ribs.
Matty was on me before I could blink, his hands on my hips, hauling me up his body until my knees bracketed his shoulders. “Open,” he demanded as his teeth scraped the inside of my thigh. I barely had time to gasp before his mouth sealed over my pussy—hot, wet,ruthless. His tongue speared inside me, curling, thrusting, lapping up every drop like he was starving.
I cried out as I bucked against his face.
Hegroanedinto me, the vibration shooting straight through my clit. His hands clamped my thighs wider, fingers digging into my skin as he held me open for his feast.
It wasn’t enough, though. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him throb against my tongue while he kept wrecking me with his. I wanted us both undone, tangled…lost in each other.
I reached for him, tugging insistently on his shoulders. He got the message fast, and strong hands slid under my ass, liftingme effortlessly while he moved up the bed, turning us so his knees bracketed my shoulders. Now he hovered above me, his cock heavy and and throbbing inches from my lips while his head dipped back between my thighs.
“Suck me,” he begged, his voice muffled against my folds. “Now.”
I leaned forward, hands bracing on his hips, and took him in. The head slid past my lips, salty and hot, stretching my mouth wide. He thrust up immediately, fucking my throat in time with his tongue inside me.
I moaned around him, and hegrowledback, the sound vibrating through my core.
His tongue flicked my clit, mercilessly, and then plunged deep again, his nose buried in my wetness. I gushed over his chin, his cheeks…his throat. Mattydrankit all, swallowing loudly as his fingers spread me wider so he could tongue-fuck me harder.
