Page 63 of Quiet Obsession
He catches my chin, steering my face, and the control in that gesture, the dominating possessive way he kisses me, melts every ounce of fear off my bones.
My head’s so quiet. Nothing there but Creed.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself in closer, clinging to him for dear life. He doesn’t stop kissing me, teeth nipping my lip, tongue soothing the sting, only so he can bite harder. I moan softly, and his fist yanks in my hair until it hurts, and my bodysingswith the control he takes.
He’s all I feel, all I see, all I smell, and I can’t stop the fire inside me from blazing into an inferno. I’ve been walking around needy and wanting for days. Now he’s touching me and I’m so wet it’s no longer just my panties.
My leggings are drenched too.
Breaking the kiss, I shift, my fingers working clumsily. I don’t think about what I’m doing until cool air hits my skin and my bra lands somewhere behind him. Creed’s pupils blow wide when my boobs spill out, nipples pebbled.
He’s on me like a savage, hand under my butt, lifting me into his arms, lips devouring mine again.
The next thing I know is forward motion, a few long strides, thepersonnel onlydoor opening, and my back hitting a gym mat. I only manage a quick glance around, enough to realize we’re in a small room, surrounded by spare equipment.
Creed latches onto my neck, sucking hard over my pulse point. I’m panting, clawing at him, wanting more. His hastened breath and those growled grunts drive me incoherent.
Desperate for more, I grab the hem of his t-shirt, dragging it up. He sits up long enough to let me tear it off, then falls back down, hanging over me, his knee pushing my thighs open.
OhGod.
I whimper when the hard line of his cock, still tucked into his sweatpants, presses between my legs. I weave my fingers into his hair, closing a fist to guide his mouth over my breast, shuddering when he sucks my nipple, biting hard enough I nearly cry out.
“You might be quiet, but your body’s loud, baby,” he rasps.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I keep pulling him in, raking my nails down his back, loving the hiss he lets out every time, his hot breath fanning my wet nipples.
“You feel what you do to me?” he grits out, grinding his thick erection into me through the layers separating our skin. “One kiss and I’m losing my goddamn mind.”
I shut him up with another kiss. Wrapping my legsaround him, I take as much of his closeness as I can before he stops me. I suck his lower lip into my mouth, biting down while Creed grabs my waist, sinking his fingers deep into my flesh.
He keeps moving, pressing his cock between my legs, the pressure divine but not enough.
Not nearly enough.
I need him inside meright now. I need him to take, claim, dosomethingto stop me from slipping back into that hollow place.
My vision tunnels as I tug at the elastic of his sweatpants, trying to get them off.
“Want me to fuck you, Millie Baby?” he asks, biting my ear.
Lust paints everything red, hot, and unbearable. I don’t answer with words, but I clench my thighs around his middle. Creed groans and whips himself up, tearing my leggings down and off, not far from ripping the thin fabric.
He’s rushing and so am I, rising with him, latching onto him, pulling him back as soon as he throws the offensive scrap aside. He pushes his hand between my legs, swiping two fingers over my cotton panties and I arch into him, desperate for more.
“You’re soaked,” he whispers, biting my lip again.
I’mdrenchedand needy and he’s fucking stalling, so I tug his sweatpants and boxers down, my breath punching out of my lungs when his cock springs free.
It’s long and thick, the crown swollen, leaking precum.
He’s sobigand I... I’ve never even pushed one finger inside me. Rationally, I know he’ll fit, but my heart’s not far off breaking my ribs. Still, beneath the pang of fear, desire sends my mind into overdrive. I don’t care if it’ll hurt. Pain makes you stronger.
Iwantit to hurt. I want more of his touch, lips, those brutal kisses and fingers marking my body. I want to feel powerful, not fragile, and Creed can give me just that.
I grab his cock, pumping up and down, awed by how silky he is to the touch. I barely stroke him three times before he cinches my wrist, falling forward to cover my body. His fist replaces mine at the hilt and I tug my panties aside.
He doesn’t waste more time, greedy and feral, fuckingprimalas he guides the crown to my entrance and drives his hips forth, filling me in one hard thrust.
