Page 147 of Quiet Obsession
I wonder when he last heard those words.
“I love you, Eli.”
A shudder passes through him, his body collapsing on top of me as his mouth seeks out mine.
It’s nothing like any kiss we’ve shared yet.
At first we were fire, teeth, and greedy desire. There were softer moments, slower, but this now, with his fingers mapping my face, his care, his devotion... it’s those three little words imprinted on a kiss.
I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the first moment that’s not about claiming or proving something, but choosing and settling into that choice.
He breaks the kiss long enough to drag his hoodie over his head, and I push up on my elbows to watch.
The man’s a sight. Ripped, inked, his stomach rippling with muscles. My panties dampen further as I stare at the V down his abdomen. It disappears into his waistband, and my hands move to his belt, then his zipper, impatient now.
He gets rid of his t-shirt before dragging my sweater up and off. With every piece of clothing hitting the floor, we grow more restless, the anticipation coiling low in my abdomen. Creed takes my panties off, then his boxers.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he says,crawling between my thighs, his cock heavy and hard, the crown glistening with precum.
“I missed you more.”
He lines himself up, poking my entrance, and slides in one inch at a time. I’m used to brutal, hurried thrusts. I craved them with everything in me not long ago, certain that the rougher he was the strongerIwas.
But as he bottoms out inside me now, I know it was never about how hard he could fuck me and how many bruises he could leave. It was abouthim.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” he breathes against my lips, hips rocking back and forth. “Eyes on me. I’ll take care of you.”
He grabs my thigh, lifting it around his waist and hitting that magical spot inside me that makes me see stars. I moan into his mouth and he kisses me deep, teeth closing over my bottom lip. The bed rocks beneath us, springs squeaking louder and louder as Creed finds a rhythm.
He rocks into me a little faster, not half as frantic as the pace he’s got me accustomed to, but far from soft and careful, somewhere in between, a bridge between rough and intense.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Millie,” he grits out, moving one hand to my throat. “Even prettier when you’re nice and pink. Deep breath, baby.”
I inhale and he squeezes, cutting me off. The pressure elevates my sensations tenfold. My orgasm builds so fast it makes me dizzy.
“Good girl.” He loosens his grip, letting me take threedeep breaths before his fingers flex. “Again.”
I shudder beneath him and he buries himself deep, then pulls almost all the way back out. His eyes dart down to watch his cock disappearing inside me. I jut my hips to meet him, then tighten my legs, forcing him lower, silently begging for more.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” He releases my neck, angles my hip, and that small change in position jolts pleasure through my nerve endings.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Don’t stop, please, Eli—”
“Shh, I know, I’ve got you.” His forehead drops to my shoulder, hips working faster, hands holding me in place with bruising force. “Almost there. Let go, let go.”
The headboard taps against the wall, my ears ring, and spine bows off the mattress when the orgasm hits. My lips part and arms lock around him, nails raking down his back.
“There it is, good girl, Millie Baby.My girl,” he groans against my mouth, his thrusts sharper and jerkier as he pushes as deep as he can, coming inside me as the most erotic grunts tear from his chest. “Fuck—”
I’m lost in sensations, still floating, but I hold him through his release, hissing when he bites my shoulder. He collapses over me, breath shallow, body misted with sweat, the weight of him crushing me into the bed.
I could stay here forever.
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Creed
Seattle didn’t fix anything... but Millie did.
