Page 104 of Quiet Obsession
She wantsme, so Noah can go fuck himself.
She wantsme, so that’s what she’ll get.
I’m done denying her.Us. Whatever she needs from me is hers as long as she wants it.
I kick her feet apart just enough for my cock to fit between her thighs. Our size difference makes this position damn near impossible, but I’ll make it work.
“You wanted the monster, baby?” I scrape my teeth along her ear, one hand between her thighs, the other cradling her throat. “He’s yours.”I’m yours.“Get on your toes. As high as you can.”
She obeys, and I stroke her clit, teasing that sensitive little button while my fingers apply enough pressure around her slender neck to leave her panting.
Her forehead thuds against the wall and her hips jut back, searching for my cock. I grab it by the hilt, stroking the crown through her slickness before lining up.
“No one else touches you. No one elsefucksyou.” I snap my hips forward, bottoming out inside her.
She cries out, her fingers shaking against the wall. “God, yes,” she whimpers. “Eli...”
The irony isn’t lost on me. When I’m trying to be good, fuckingdecent, I’m Creed. The guy everyone else associates with violence, blood, and the cage I fight in. The guy who loses control faster than he blinks...
But when I’m rough with her, I’m Eli. The guy who sometimes thinks he can remember his mother’s hugs. The guy who quietly hopes he deserves something good.
I cut off Millie’s air supply for a few seconds, fucking myself into her like a man possessed. There’s nothing softabout this. It’s hard and fast, the slap of skin on skin echoing between our ragged breaths, my grunts, and her titillating moans.
“I swear you were made just to drive me insane,” I say and bite her shoulder then lick the spot, soothing the sting.
She gasps, her hips bouncing off the wall with every thrust, but I don’t slow down. She sounds like sheneedspain.
Maybe she does.
Maybe it helps her the same way throwing punches helps me.
The bruises I left last time are gone, and that won’t do. The monster Millie craves so much wants to leave marks, so I dip my head, sucking a hickey in the crook of her neck.
“It this what you want?” I ask, my voice like gravel, absolutely fucking wrecked. “Harder? Faster?”
“More,” she pleads.
I grab her hip, fingers digging in as I shift the angle, hitting deeper, chasing those broken whimpers.
“Come, baby,” I rasp, my jaw tight against her temple. “Show me this is what you need from me.”
She shudders, hips jerking back either seeking more still, or trying to escape the sweet torture I’m inflicting on her clit.
I can’t tell which. It doesn’t really matter.
“You’re close. Let go, Millie.Let go.”
A few more thrusts and she comes with a strangled cry, her spine arching, pussy spasming around my length so hardI almost spill right there. I bite my cheek, holding off, and spin her around before she’s done riding her high.
Lifting her with both my hands under her thighs, I press her into the wall. Her head falls to my shoulder, arms circling my neck, and she’s kissing my pulse point, her mouth sloppy, body spent. I bottom out again, fucking my sanity right out until I’m coming too, groaning into her neck, bruising her hips, my cock jerking as I fill her up.
The orgasm doesn’t seem to end, ropes of my cum shooting deep inside her for fucking ever.
When I finally still, breathing like I’ve run a marathon, I don’t pull out. She probably hopes I’ll get out of here fast, but she doesn’t get to dictate every rule.
My hold on her tightens, fingers pressing into her soft flesh, bruising her a bit more. I need a moment to catch my breath and fill my lungs with her. She smells like sex, perfume, andme.
If I could bottle that, I’d end up stalking Gravemont’s halls like a zombie, always inhaling, always high on her.
