Page 99 of Bound in Obsession
She turns to face me, breathing a little harder, cheeks flushed. “My sisters and I learned from some of my father’s guards.”
I reach for her hands, gently removing her gloves and unwrapping the tape. My thumbs brush over her knuckles, checking for damage. Thankfully there isn't any. I don't like the thought of her getting injured even if it's from training.
I look at her, flushed, sweaty, and feel that pull again. The one that makes me want to keep her close.
She’s changing me.
She’s the first woman I’ve ever let in like this. The first one who’s seen the parts of me I’ve kept buried for years.
“How was your meeting?”
I step closer. “It’s all better now.”
Because she’s here.
I’ve never desired any woman the way I desire Eleonora. Morning, day, night, she’s constantly in my head. The past two days, ever since we finally opened up to each other, it’s like something unlocked between us.
I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone. Only Marco knows everything I told her about my family, about what her father did to us. And she told me things about her own life I doubt she’s shared with many people.
We both agreed her father is an asshole. A fool. A heartless bastard.
And somehow, that shared hatred, that shared pain, broke whatever bridge was still between us. She’s closer to me now. Not just physically. Something real has shifted.
I lean down and kiss her.
Her lips are soft, warm, and so fucking addictive. I could drown in her mouth and never come up for air. She moans softly, opening for me, her tongue meeting mine as her hands fist in my suit jacket, pulling me closer.
I deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair, the other gripping her ass through her gym shorts, squeezing the firm flesh and pressing her against my growing erection.
She whimpers into my mouth, grinding against me, her body responding so perfectly it drives me insane.
I kiss her until we're both panting for air. Her eyes are dark with lust, and without a word, she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, then pushes her shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them until she’s completely naked in front of me.
I take her in slowly, my gaze roaming over every inch of her body. I’ve seen her naked several times now, but every single time it hits me like the first.
She’s breathtaking, full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips, and those long legs I want wrapped around me every night.
I’ve been with many women, but none of them compare to her. None of them make me feel like this.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, voice rough with want.
She smiles shyly, but there’s heat in her eyes. She transmits the kind of calm feeling I don’t want to seek a cure for.
She touches a place inside me no one else has ever reached, a place I never gave anyone access to. Looking at her right now,flushed and sweaty from her workout, I realize she could bring me to my knees and she doesn’t even know it.
My eyes drift down her body, lingering on the soft patch of dark hair between her thighs, already glistening with her arousal. I drop to my knees in front of her.
I always knew she could bring me to my knees.
“I need a taste of you,” I murmur, voice rough.
She tries to push my head away gently, cheeks flushed deeper. “No… Nico, wait?—”
I look up at her, brow raised. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, embarrassed. “I’m all sweaty. I’ve been working out.”
“So?” I still don't see the problem.
