Page 64 of Surrendering to the Obsession

He flipped the lights off.

Only the warm glow of the single lamp beside the bed remained, casting a low, golden halo over the room. Shadows moved across the walls as his body hovered above hers.

Blindfolded, handcuffed, and completely exposed beneath him, Mia felt everything more intensely—the heat of his breath, the closeness of his body, the darkness pressing in from all sides.

Her breath turned uncontrollable and heavy when she felt his face lower to her cheek. His mouth brushed her skin, kissingalong her cheeks, his lips exploring everywhere as if memorizing her. A soft gasp slipped out of her.

“Ahhh…”

His lips moved again—down to her neck—his tongue trailing slowly. The warmth and wetness of his tongue made her skin come alive, and she could do nothing except struggle to keep herself from breaking at the intensity.

Alexander continued down the line of her throat. His tongue circled a sensitive spot before gliding lower again. Then he bit gently, grazing her skin, and followed the bite with a deep, lingering suck. The tingling sensation shot through her, shaking her entire body. Her fingers curled into tight fists and strained against the restraints holding her in place.

Alexander lifted his body slightly, his gaze roaming over her exposed skin. His eyes traced every curve, every inch, devouring her. The next moment, he lowered his head again, and his hand slid up to cup her breast. His fingers kneaded the soft mound, caressing the skin before moving upward to tease her rosy bud. He pinched it between his fingers, flicking it lightly with his thumb. The sudden tingle made Mia arch her upper body, a shaky breath and a soft moan escaping her lips.

Then he disappeared for a brief moment.

The room felt painfully silent except for her own breathing—so loud it echoed like a heartbeat.

He wasn’t gone for long.

When he returned to the bed, she felt the mattress shift. Her voice trembled, hoarse and breathless.

“Mr. Graves… please remove the blindfold. I want to see you.”

But he didn’t answer her.

The next second, another loud sound tore from her throat when she felt his fingers slide up her side—over the soft skin near her mouth, then beneath her arms—before returning to the swollen flesh on her chest. He gripped her sensitive bud, flicking it lightly before a sudden, sharp pinch made her jolt in shock.

She gasped when she felt a small clip fastened onto her throbbing bud.

The sting was quick, sharp, and shocking, but it faded just as fast. Then he did the same to her other mound. Mia let out another cry, almost collapsing from the overwhelming sensations hitting her all at once.

Alexander’s hands tightened around her waist as he lowered his head again. His tongue flicked the tip of her sensitive, clipped bud, the added pressure making it impossibly tingly and sensitive. Mia’s breath broke into ragged gasps, her chest rising uncontrollably as she let out a loud, desperate cry.

He moved downward, his mouth traveling to the side of her waist, then to her hip. He kissed a path down until he reached her thighs, then slid back up again, teasing her inner thighs with soft, maddening strokes. His hands followed the same route, caressing her stomach, her sides, every inch of skin he passed.

His face dipped lower, and he kissed the same spots his fingers had touched. Each kiss was slow, warm, claiming. Her entire body trembled under him.

Slowly, her shivering grew stronger. He moved even lower, his mouth descending past her hips. She felt him at her inner thighs again, kissing and lightly nipping at her skin, before his hands slid up to part her thighs wider.

His fingers reached her center, feather-light, barely touching, gliding over her heat in the softest caress that made her entire body jerk.

Mia’s mouth went dry. Her lips parted, trembling, searching for breath.

He bent down, his eyes fixed on her body, watching every tiny reaction she made. She tried to lift her hips instinctively, unable to stop herself.

“Mr. Graves…” Her voice shook, fear and excitement mixing into one trembling note.

His head snapped up at the sound of her voice.

The expression on her face, the pleasure and yearning and hunger in her eyes, hit him so hard he nearly lost control right there.

He exhaled sharply, steadying himself. Then his gaze shifted to the side table beside the bed. He reached over, his fingers brushing across the items he had brought for her. A small, satisfied smile curved his lips, the anticipation clear in his eyes.

His hand closed around a silk panty, lifting it calmly before turning his attention back to her.

Gripping her legs, he slid the panty up her thighs, lifting her hips with one hand so he could pull it into place. Mia’s brows pinched together in confusion the moment she realized he was putting panties on her again.