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Matthias

“What?” It’s barely audible. I whisper it, afraid that if I’m too loud, she’ll vanish. That I’ll wake up, and this moment will be gone.

“I love you,” she repeats, and I swear I hear it in her voice.

“Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it, sweetheart. There’s no rush. I will earn your love,” I manage to say, even as I silently beg her not to take it back.

“Matthias Montclair, I love you. I love the way–”

She doesn’t get any further, because I can’t hold myself back. I pull her in and kiss her. It’s hard, deep, and unrelenting.

I kiss her like a man possessed, like I’ve never kissed before. It’s love and desperation and need. Raw and wordless. There’s no space between us now. There never will be again.

I lift her out of her seat and place her on the table. One hand cups the back of her head, anchoring her to me. The other presses into her spine, molding her body to mine.

She pulls back, her eyes locking with mine.

“I love you, Matty. ”

I groan.

Then she yanks me forward by my hair, pulling me right back in.

My cock hardens impossibly so. Beyond hard. Forget a two-by-four, I could split a diamond right now. She grinds against me, and I groan, deep and guttural.

I trail kisses down her throat, behind her ear, across her chest. Biting. Marking. Worshipping. Whispering my love against her skin with every kiss.

Her moans harmonize with the soft music in the background.

“Matty, fuck me,” she breathes.

“Sweetheart, I need to get you ready.” I whisper, apologetically.

“No, baby. I am ready.”

I tug her yoga pants down, letting them bunch around her ankles. Her panties stay up. I don’t even have the patience to take them off. I shove them to the side and slide my fingers over her soaked slit. She’s dripping, ready and needy for me.

“My love does this to you?” My voice is hoarse. My love does to her what her love does to me. I’ve never been harder. Never needed a woman as much as I need her. My cock needs its home in her.

I slide one finger in. Then another. She clenches around them and nods, gasping.

She’s ready for me.

“My sweet girl–”

She cuts me off by unbuckling my belt. I step closer so she can free me. She shoves my boxer briefs down just enough for my cock to spring out.

She groans at the sight.

“Please– ”

I don’t let her finish. I thrust into her in one hard, desperate motion.

It’s fast. Frantic. Every thrust chasing something deeper.

I bite her neck. Her shoulders. Her ear. My fingers find her clit and circle, adding to the chaos.

“I’m so close, Matty!” she cries out.

“I know, sweetheart. Come for me.”

It’s not an order. It’s a plea.

“I love you, Matty!”

That’s what breaks me.

She comes, shaking around me. I follow, thrusting as deep as I can and holding her, filling her with everything I have. My seed. My love. My entire fucking soul.

Her walls pulse around me. I keep pressure on her clit, drawing out her pleasure. Letting it pull mine deeper.

When we finally still, I collapse against her, my forehead resting in the crook of her neck. Her fingers weave through my hair. My cock twitches, still inside her, not ready to leave.

I hold her upright, being her support. Being her protector. Like I always will.

“I love you,” she whispers into my hair.

I lift my head, eyes meeting hers. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“I love you, Matty. I love being with you. I love our life together. I love the future we’ll have. The children we’ll make. I love it all. I love you.”

She cradles my face in her hands, mirroring what I did to her earlier. I close my eyes and just breathe her in.

I will never feel anything greater than this.

After a long moment, I pull out and tuck myself away, watching our combined releases pour from her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen .

She starts to fix herself, but I beat her to it, pushing her panties over and pulling up her pants. She’s still messy. Still mine.

She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me close. Her lips part to say something, but the door creaks open.

“Would you like dessert now?” David’s godawful voice breaks the spell.

“No.” I growl.

“Be nice,” Margot whispers.

“Would you like dessert in ten minutes?”

“No. Fuck off. You’re done for the night. Leave.”

Sorry, sweetheart, I don’t have nice in me for this jackass.

“Where should I–”

“I don’t fucking care. Just leave. Now!”

“Yes sir.”

His retreating footsteps bring me peace.

“That wasn’t very nice. What if I wanted dessert?” My sweet girl teases.

I pause, torn. I don’t want her to miss out on something, but I don’t think I can wait any longer to be inside her again.

She smirks. My spitfire as always.

“I thought I already gave you dessert,” I say, flashing her a cocky grin.

She laughs. I want to bottle the sound.

I tighten her legs around my waist and pull her off the table, her arms winding around my neck.

“Now,” I whisper, carrying her back inside, “I need to show my sweet girl just how much I love her.”