Page 57 of Obsession

“I want to go slow.” He could hear the strain in his voice. “Make you feel it.”

“Slow is good for me, sir.” Her expression shifted, as though she’d finally understood his intent as well as the depth of his possession. “I love this.”

His mouth fell to her jaw, planting a line of hot caresses there as his lips relented and his cock drilled into her. In all of his life and all the numerous casual sexual encounters he’d enjoyed, he couldn’t recall any connection as electrifying as this.

Lifting his gaze, he concentrated on her entrancing eyes, hoping each possession of her conveyed how much he adored that connection, how he hoped it could outlive his cabin, and how he never wanted it to end.

Energy knotted in his stomach at his peaking passion’s aspiration. The idea of their coupling ‘never ending’ was out of the box, even for him. There was no relationship between him and Ella. Only her captivity and their enforced time together. He had to remember that.

Her gaze was soulful as she watched him, her hands rising to his biceps, then to his back when he finally let her wrists go, but still, their gazes were never broken. Staring down at her as he reveled in the heat of her body, it was as if Tucker needed her to see who he really was. That he was more than only a captor.

Emotions burgeoned as his climax neared, the need to claim her mouth overwhelming. Acting on instinct, his lips found hers, his tongue mirroring the actions of his dick as his testicles tightened.

In the end, it was only the nagging need not to empty his load inside her warm cunt that drove him from her sex. Sliding his excited cock between their bodies, he stared down at her as he pumped cum all over her midriff.

“Thank you, sir.” Her voice was silky, and as he lowered his head to her shoulder to catch his breath, he couldn’t be sure if her admission was born of genuine gratitude or designed only to tease him. Blowing out a breath, he realized he no longer cared.

Satiated, he kissed her shoulder as another wave of pleasure engulfed his senses, and as she turned her head to watch him, one goading thought pushed the fore.

He could never let her go.

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Ella

His expression was euphoric as he lifted his gaze to look at her, but she couldn’t decide what she saw in his blue eyes. There was pleasure, certainly, and a warmth she hadn’t noticed before, but something else too—a message he wanted to convey but that didn’t form on his tempting lips.

Wow. She blinked up at him as the heat of his deposit spilled over her belly. That was incredible.

Even though she hadn’t enjoyed an orgasm, Tucker had given her what she’d needed, what she’d desperately desired. Looking back, she didn’t even mind that he’d made her beg for it. The pleading had been perturbingly hot.

She watched as he slid between her and the wall, wrapping an arm around her chest. Her gaze followed him, taking in his disheveled dark hair and sexy smile.

Who the fuck was this man?

“Are you okay, little girl?”

Was she okay?

Staring at her older lover, all she could think was how a man with such obvious life experience and apparent enormous wealth had ended up alone in this bizarre cabin, but in the grand scheme of things, the answer wasn’t important. He was there, and now, so was she.

She snuggled against his chest, soothed by the alluring aroma of his sandalwood scent, although its presence was an anomaly for a man with such a rustic way of life.

“Sir.” All at once, she decided to clarify that point, at least. “Can I ask a question?”

“Ask away.” His voice was gentle, as though he still floated wildly on whatever cloud his climax had elevated him to. Oddly, she acknowledged how pleased she was to have taken him there.

“How is it you always smell of sandalwood?” Reaching out, she trailed a hand along his soft chest hair, musing on how the expanse of muscle had just the amount she liked to see on a man. She might have expected a man who lived in the wilderness without a working shower to smell of body odor and sweat, and yet she’d never noticed anything off-putting about Tucker’s aroma. Instead, it was all too appealing.

“You like it?” Avoiding the query, one of his hands rose to clasp her digits at his chest.

“A lot.” Her attention flitted from their entwined fingers to his face. “But I can’t imagine it grows out there in the forest.” She gestured beyond the wall to the place where his peculiar purple petals bloomed.

“No.” His lips twitched. “The scent belongs to me.” He hesitated, as though unsure how to better explain. “It’s a fragment of a previous life.”

“The life where you knew my father?” Her stomach lurched at the mere mention of the man. She hated that Alexander had the power to corrupt the moment of intimacy she and Tucker had shared, but some things, it seemed, would never change. Her father was a poison there was no cure for.

“Yes.” Tucker’s tone shifted as though he also sensed the change in her. “From that life. There weren’t many things that I wanted to take from that incarnation of me, but cologne was one.”

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