Page 73 of Secret Obsession
And while his breathing is even and deep, and a glance up at his face tells me he’s most definitely asleep, the way he’s fucking me is most definitely not in my dreams. His hips jack against mine so slowly, driving his cock in and out of me with an excruciatingly slow pace. For a moment, I’m just dumbfounded.
But then his hand moves lower, across my stomach, and presses against my clit.
I gasp.
The sound is out before I can stop it, and Miles’ eyes flutter open.
He seems to take a second to focus on me, and then a smile curls his lips.
A smile.
His hips pull back, drawing more of his cock out of me. Those piercings hit my G-spot with his new thrust, and I almost groan. I bite my tongue to keep it in check, and the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.
Better that, than give him an ounce of satisfaction.
His fingers drag against my clit harder, rubbing little circles until my mouth opens again. My breathing is ragged and loud in my ears. More like panting. And he keeps fucking me. Playing me like an instrument made just for him.
Speaking would ruin it.
It would remind me that I don’t want him—that I can’t have him. That my heart is this fragile little thing, and if I trust him with it, he could destroy me for good.
But sex?
It seems inevitable.
Worse, still, are the memories of lingering looks that come floating back to me. Those near-miss moments with Miles that I’d do anything to banish. I don’t want to remember how he and Ialmost… almost what? Existed together? Kissed? Fell in love?
That’s not happening.
I’m not falling in love ever again.
Pain spikes through my chest. It’s usually a dull ache, but right now it sears like a stab. A lump forms in my throat, and my eyes burn. A tear slips free, running out of the corner of my eye and into my hair.
But that’s not what I should’ve been paying attention to.
Miles takes my hand with his free one and drags it down between my legs. My fingers tangle with his as he leads me right to where his cock is thrusting into me.
I groan. Or sigh.
Or some mix of the two.
“Mine,” Miles growls in my ear.
His lips are right there, his huge body curving around me. He’s everywhere. His breath in my hair, the slight stubble on his chin raking across my jaw. His arms wrapped around me, his hand on my wrist and the other cupping my breast. His dick inside me—not just in me but slamming home with more fervor than before.
I’ve never feltlessalone.
My skin tingles with some unknown force.
Like anxiety, but worse. Like fear, but more intoxicating.
“You’re mine, wild girl. And I will tame you as I set you free.”
He stills, filling me up, and the pulse between my legs only seems to worsen. He jerks again and comes hard, his teeth scraping my earlobe. I shudder with him and try to retract. To move. But his grip only tightens. On my breast, on my wrist. He keeps me exactly where I am.
Until the foreign pulse between my legs fades and his cock slips out. He immediately pushes his fingers inside me, trapping my hand against my core. Every shift of his hand moves mine.
My clit is on fire.
