Page 70 of Bound in Obsession
“Fuck yes,” I rasp. “Tighter, baby. Like this.”
I guide her hand, showing her the rhythm I like. She learns fast, stroking me with more confidence, her thumb brushing over the head on every upstroke. I throw my head back against the tile, breathing hard.
I come with a low groan, spilling over her hand and stomach in thick pulses. Before I can catch my breath, she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them clean, tasting me.
The sight is so perfect. I growl, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me.
“How sore are you?” I ask, voice rough with renewed hunger.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Eleonora
I woke up this morning to an empty bed.
The sheets beside me were cold, and for a moment, a pang of disappointment hit me in the chest. I wasn’t supposed to feel that. I shouldn’t have expected him to stay. But I did. And the absence stung more than I wanted to admit.
But now, with Nico standing in the shower with me, that disappointment has vanished like smoke. All I feel is heat.
In our world, women like me are expected to go into marriage untouched. Virgins. I always known the man my father would eventually hand me to wouldn’t be kind. I’d be lucky if he wouldn’t hit me.
So last night… that was my one chance at experiencing sex for myself. My only real experience. And I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
If anything, I want to do it again.
Watching him come apart because of makes me feel powerful, wanted, and desired.
Nico’s eyes are dark as he watches me lick my lips slowly, savoring the last trace of him.
“A little,” I whisper. “But not enough to stop me from wanting you to fuck me again.”
A deep, feral growl rumbles from his chest. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to his.
“When you say filthy shit like that,” he says, voice rough with lust, “you have no idea what it does to me.”
I smile against his fingers. “Is that so?”
In one swift movement, Nico lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively as he carries me out of the shower, our mouths now locked in a messy, desperate kiss.
Water drips from our bodies onto the floor, but he doesn’t care. He kisses me like he’s starving, tongue stroking deep, claiming every moan I make as he walks us to the bedroom.
He tosses me onto the bed. I bounce once with a surprised laugh that quickly turns into a gasp when he climbs on after me. He kisses me deeply before he lies back against the pillows, eyes dark and hungry, then crooks a finger at me.
“Come here.”
Shy and a little nervous, I crawl toward him and straddle his waist. His hard cock presses against my pussy, making me whimper.
He shakes his head slowly, a wicked smirk on his lips.
“No, not there.” His hands grip my hips, guiding me higher. “Come sit on my face.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He chuckles. “You heard me. I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I’m fucking starving. So stop depriving me and bring that pretty pussy here.”
I hesitate, cheeks burning. “I can’t— Nico, I?—”
“Stop wasting time,” he growls, voice rough with need. “Sit.”
