My real enemy / Mattheo Riddle

• TELL ME I'M WRONG AGNES •

I quickly pulled my hands up over my chest trying to cover myself. "Stop looking at my boobs," I snapped, though my voice faltered at the end.

Mattheo's smirk deepened, his eyes flicking back up to meet mine. "I can't help it," he said, his voice dripping with that infuriating confidence. "They're... distracting."

"Seriously," I muttered, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms tighter over my chest.

But he didn't back off. Instead, he stepped closer, his wet curls dripping water onto my face as he leaned in. "You make it very hard not to look at you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart was pounding now, the rain around us almost deafening, but it wasn't enough to drown out the way my breath hitched when he spoke.

"You always seem to turn up where I am," I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

"Maybe that's because I can't stay away," he said, his lips twitching into another small smirk.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words never came. He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto mine, and suddenly I couldn't think straight.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the rain.

"Like what?" he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips for a fraction of a second before meeting my eyes again.

"Like that," I whispered, and before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was instant and overwhelming, his hands sliding up to cup my face as he pulled me closer. His lips were warm, soft but demanding, moving against mine in a way that made my knees weak. I felt his fingers tangling in my hair, his grip firm but not rough, holding me in place like he was afraid I might pull away. But I didn't. I couldn't.

His kiss deepened, his lips parting slightly to tease mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the rain. My hands found their way to his hair, my fingers tangling in the wet curls as I pulled him closer.

And then his lips left mine, trailing down to my jawline. My breath caught as he kissed along my jaw, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin there before moving to my neck. I let out a sublte moan into the air, a moan I couldn't control. The skin on my neck was pulled by Mattheo's lips. The sensation was enough to make me moan quietly again, my fingers tightening in his hair as his lips found the spot just below my ear.

"Mattheo," I whispered, though I wasn't sure if it was meant to stop him or encourage him.

He didn't stop. His kisses grew bolder, his teeth grazing my neck just enough to send another shiver through me. His hands slid down my sides, following the curves of my body before settling on my waist. And then, in one swift movement, he pulled me back, pressing me against the cold stone wall of the tower. The contrast between the chill of the stone and the heat of his body against mine made my head spin.

His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of my stomach. He moved slowly, deliberately, his touch teasing as his fingers traced the underwire of my bralette.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured against my neck, his voice low and rough.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Instead, I pulled him closer, my lips finding his again. The kiss was even more intense this time, our movements growing more desperate, more consuming.

His hand slid lower, resting just above the waistband of my pants, his thumb brushing against my skin in a way that made my breath hitch. I felt the smirk on his lips as he kissed me, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.