His mouth moved everywhere, frantic, like he was trying to map every inch of me with his lips. He kissed the corner of my mouth, my cheek, the wet trail of another tear. Then lower…across my jaw, down the column of my throat, open-mouthed and greedy. He sucked at the pulse beneath my ear, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, marking me with every breath.
“Mine,” he growled against my skin in a ragged voice. “Every fucking part of you is mine.”
Something fluttered and twisted deep inside me, like my body already belonged to the words he’d just spoken.
He kissed my collarbone, the hollow of my throat, the slope where my neck met my shoulder. He gripped my hips, and I gasped as he lifted me onto the counter in one smooth motion. The edge bit into the backs of my thighs as he stepped in, fitting between my legs like he’d been there a thousand times before. His lips never stopped, tracing heat across my skin, marking me in ways I’d never come back from…like he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t taste enough, like every breath between us belonged to him.
He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against my mouth, “I have to taste you.”
The words didn’t register at first…until he sank to his knees, the quietthudof them hitting tile snapping everything into focus.
Oh.
He meantthatkind of taste.
The realization slammed into me, and my stomach flipped, my thighs clenching on instinct, but he was already moving.
His hands were shaking as he fumbled at my waistband. Not the steady, practiced grip of someone in control. No. This was a frantic need. His fingers slipped on the button once, twice, a low, frustrated growl rumbling from his chest as he yanked harder. The denim caught on my hips, resisting, and hetoreit down with a desperate jerk that scraped my skin and sent the button skittering across the floor.
My panties snagged with them, sliding halfway down my thighs before he hooked a thumb under the lace and pulled them the rest of the way. The fabric tore with a loudrip, but he didn’t even flinch.
Cool air hit me, and I gasped, legs trembling, exposed and bare beneath the weight of his stare.
The sight of me like that—naked, open,his—seemed to slam the brakes on him. His hands froze midair, chest heaving like he’d just run a sprint. For one suspended heartbeat, he justlooked, eyes wide and dark, drinking me in like he was trying to burn the image into his soul.
Then he exhaled, shaky and reverent, and leaned back on his heels, his eyes fixed between my thighs like I was a fucking masterpiece. His fingers traced the inside of my thigh first, slow and teasing, inching higher until they brushed my folds. I whimpered, my hips twitching forward without my permission.
“Fuck,” he breathed, parting me gently with his thumbs, dragging them through the slick heat there. I was dripping, swollen, every nerve screaming for more. He circled my clit lightly, just enough to make my breath hitch, then dipped lower, coating his fingers in me. “Such a pretty baby,” he murmured, sounding awestruck, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Look at you, all pink and wet for me. Perfect little pussy, just begging.”
My hands gripped the sink harder, knuckles white, as heat flooded my face and core. His praise wrapped around me like a vise, making me throb.
Matty’s gaze lifted to mine, holding me captive as he pressed one finger against my entrance. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he whispered, pushing in slow, so slow I felt every inch stretch me. “You’re so tight…and taking me so good already.” The fullness made me clench, a soft moan spilling out. He added a second finger, curling them just right, stroking a spot inside that lit me up like fireworks. “Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so fucking good, Ophelia. Feel how you’re gripping me? You were made for this.”
I was panting now, hips rocking into his hand as he pumped deeper, his thumb rubbing firm circles over my clit. The wet sounds filled the room, lewd and hot, every thrust of his fingers building that coil tighter. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, watching my face, my body, like he couldn’t get enough. “You’re going to come so hard, baby. You deserve every second of it. Look at you…all mine.”
His words were as good as his fingers. That was all I wanted…to be his.
The pressure built fast, and I fell over the edge, shattering with a cry, clenching around him, waves crashing through me until I was shaking, boneless against the sink.
He didn’t stop until I was spent, and then he eased his fingers out slowly, the tips of them slick…with me. Matty licked them clean with a satisfied grin. “Good girl,” he murmured. “I knew you’d taste good.”
Heat flooded my face, a fierce blush burning from my chest to my ears. I couldn’t look away from him. My heart was hammering like it wanted out of my ribs.
His eyes flicked up, catching the flush, and that grin widened—slow, wicked,knowing.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “Blushing like that after coming all over my fingers? You’re killing me, Ophelia.”
His hands slid up my thighs, and he spread me wider. His thumbs brushed the sensitive skin just inside my hips, and I jerked again, oversensitive, another whimper slipping free. He held me down with one hand splayed across my lower belly, the other keeping me open.
“Stay still, baby,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”
His first lick was slow, flat-tongued, dragging from my entrance to my clit in one long, delicious stroke. My back arched off the counter, a broken sound tearing from my throat. Hegroaned against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled into my skin.
He licked again, slower, savoring, his tongue swirling around my clit before sucking it gently between his lips. My hands flew to his hair and I tangled my fingers in the dark strands, pulling hard. He didn’t flinch…just hummed in approval, the sound rumbling through me.
“Matty—”
