Page 24 of Devious Obsession
“Asking.”
He grins like a cat holding a canary hostage.
“Then make it sound like a question. You don’t get anything without my permission, baby. Now ask.”
“Will you please let come?” I roll my head back when he slides another finger inside. “Please?”
He hovers right over my pussy, his breath warm against my sensitive skin.
“Yes, Babygirl, you can come.” He covers me with his mouth.
His tongue touches my clit, his fingers curl again, thrusting, and I come unglued.
My orgasm is a tsunami of violent pleasure. I scream his name as the waves of it hit me.
“Good girl.” In an instant, he yanks his shirt off and throws it to the floor. His jeans are next as he rips open his fly and jerks his pants off and tosses them away.
He covers me again with his body, taking my mouth as his own. He reaches between our bodies, and in the next breath, drives into me.
The stretch is immediate, and I cry out.
“Shh, give it a second, baby.” He kisses my cheek, then pins my hips to the bed.
But then I moan, and we’re both lost to each other. He drives his thick, hard cock deep into me once again. I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. Like he’s going to lift off and leave me if I don’t keep him in my grasp.
His voice is ragged. “Good girl, such a good girl for me.”
I moan again, reaching up to kiss his neck. He smells so good, so warm and spicy.
He fucks me like he’s waited his whole life to fuck me, thrusting deeper and harder until we’re a tangled mess of sweat and pleasure and desire.
A bite to my shoulder, then a kiss, and then he pivots his hips and I’m about to take off again.
He drops to his elbows, kissing me just behind my ear. He nips at my earlobe.
“Artem, I have…oh god, Artem, please.” I dig my nails into his skin.
His voice is dangerous and low. “You’re mine, Elana. You belong to me now.”
He props himself back up, lining up our gazes.
These aren’t just words he’s speaking in the heat of passion. I’ve known Artem for too long to think he’d say anything he didn’t mean.
And those words,you belong to me—they aren’t small and meaningless. There’s a weight to them, one I’m not sure I fully comprehend.
If there’s any chance to break away, this is it. I should tell him no. I should tell him to stop.
“Say it.” He orders, brushing his fingertips over my cheek. “Say you belong to me.”
I don’t think I want to break away. “I belong to you.”
He kisses me and increases his thrusts. I hook my ankles around his back as he drives into me harder and faster.
Another orgasm crashes over me, and my throat aches from stretching around my scream. He fucks me even harder, pinning my hips down and driving into me as though he’s chasing the end of a rainbow.
With a guttural growl, he stills, his own release overpowering him.
Our heavy breaths are the only sound in the room for several minutes. Then he rolls to my side, pulling me up against him and kissing me again. He strokes the tips of his fingers down my arm. His breathing falls into a steady pace, reminding me of how dependable his protection has always been.
