The soft light of the evening enveloped you both as you sat close on the plush couch, Matthias von Herhardt's presence surrounding you like a protective, comforting aura. The warmth between you two had always been undeniable, but tonight, there was something different—something quieter, yet far more intimate.

You rested your head on Matthias’s shoulder, feeling his breath against your skin, his hand gently resting on your waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His thumb traced small, tender circles on your side, the gesture so simple but meaningful. You could feel his heartbeat steady beneath your ear as you listened to the calm rhythm of his breathing.

“Are you alright?” Matthias asked softly, his voice low and warm as his fingers brushed a lock of hair from your face.

You smiled softly, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “I’m perfect now,” you whispered, your heart fluttering under the intensity of his eyes.

He didn’t say anything more. Instead, Matthias leaned in, his lips pressing softly against your forehead, a mark of affection that made you feel cherished in a way only he could make you feel. His kisses weren’t rushed—they were deliberate, filled with warmth and care.

Slowly, he moved closer, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was gentle but filled with a quiet yearning. You could feel his love in the way he kissed you—slow, soft, as if savoring every second. When he pulled away just a fraction, his lips hovered near yours, his breath mingling with yours in the space between.

“You make it hard for me to think straight,” Matthias murmured, his voice deep and husky, his lips brushing lightly over your cheek, trailing a path down toward your neck.

You shivered as his lips found the delicate curve of your throat. He pressed a soft kiss there, his teeth grazing your skin in a gentle, teasing manner. The moment was intimate, the kind of softness that made your heart race without the urgency of more—just the feeling of him marking you, gently claiming you in his own quiet way.

His lips met yours again, this time with more intensity. He kissed you deeply, but still, there was no rush. Each moment stretched on, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made you lose track of time. His hands cupped your face, keeping you close, not allowing any space between you two.

When he pulled away again, Matthias placed a soft kiss on your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. His lips moved lower, trailing a path to your neck, where he planted a series of soft, lingering kisses. He paused, and you could feel him smile against your skin, the lightness of the moment almost making you laugh.

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of affection and something deeper.

You felt his teeth graze your neck once more, just enough to leave a soft mark—a reminder of his presence, of his claim. But it wasn’t rough, it wasn’t possessive. It was the type of mark that made your heart race and your skin tingle, a subtle acknowledgment that you were his, and he was yours.

With a soft sigh, Matthias pulled back, his hand caressing your cheek gently. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. His gaze softened as he searched your eyes, as if trying to read every thought that passed through your mind.

You smiled, feeling the weight of his affection in the simple, tender way he treated you. “I love you too,” you whispered back, leaning in for another kiss, this one soft and lingering, a promise of many more moments like this one.

As you pulled back slightly, Matthias’s lips found the sensitive spot behind your ear, placing one more soft, possessive kiss there. “You’re mine, and I’ll always be here,” he whispered, the words a soft reassurance that wrapped around your heart like a protective embrace.

In that moment, as Matthias held you close, kissed you tenderly, and left soft marks on your skin, you knew one thing for sure: you were loved. And in his quiet, passionate way, Matthias would never let you forget it.