Page 44 of Obsessions of the Heart

It's her first night here. I should make her feel safe. Yes. That's the best play.

Maybe I should view this as a test, a way to confirm my control and resolve. A way to prove to her that we were the better choice. I could lie on the floor, taking the gentleman route. I would go upstairs, double check that my drawers were locked, then make a bed on the floor.

With a solid plan in place, I loaded the dishes, snagged a pillow and blanket from the sofa, and climbed up the stairs. Breathing again, I reminded myself of the plan, closed my hand over the cool metal knob, and opened it.

Stepping inside the dark room, I was engulfed with her scent. My body went on high alert, recognizing that this was my space but her scent had already filled it, like it was making room for itself, and I loved it.

I hurried to shut the door, losing myself to my instinct to trap her scent in my room. I took a beat and listened. The normal sound of my computer fan spinning was eclipsed by the soft sounds of her breathing.

The slow and steady drum of my pulse picked up with each tentative step closer to the bed. When a pained mumble came from her, I picked up the pace. What if she was uncomfortable? Or having a nightmare? Would I be able to comfort her?

Peering down at her, my breath caught in my chest. She was so beautiful.

Her soft tresses splayed out across my pillow. Her arms were uncovered, and I looked down to find her sweatshirt on the floor. The blanket only covered her torso, so her beautiful legs were on display, calling to me to run my finger down them, to memorize the curve of her.

I knelt down, both in reverence to the woman I worshiped and in curiosity. With my eyes fully adjusted to the dark, I roamed her face, cataloging each breath, each twitch of her limbs, every flutter of her eyelids. In a perfect world, I would video my goddess sleeping so I could watch it over and over, losing myself in this side of her that I never got to see, what she was like in the privacy of the night.

Her legs shifted, and I steeled myself, hoping that I wouldn’t wake her up and ruin this special moment. The last thing I expected to hear was my name breathlessly sailing across her lips.

“Rion… mmm.”

She shifted again, rubbing her legs together as her breathing got heavier. I was frozen in my tracks, unable to take my eyes off her. Her tongue swiped out across her lips before she made another pained moan.

My whole world came crashing down. My mouth ran dry, and my fingers twitched at my sides. Need, want, and desire rattled that carefully chained box inside of me, and I knew I was in trouble. Is she… having a sexually explicit dream about me?

She shifted again so that she laid on her back instead of her side. This time, I got closer. The line of her neck looked enticing when she swallowed, and I wanted to touch, to feel her, to make her dream come true. My hands trembled the more I listened, the more I watched.

“Mmm, yes.”

Her breathy voice welcomed me like a moth to a flame, and my breathing grew raspy as the chains around my dark desires clanked, straining to be released. Roux's words were the only thing reminding me of the original plan. Fisting the sheets, my teeth groaning from how hard I was clenching them, I reiterated how carefully we needed to tread to get to the next phase of the plan.

She shifted toward me, her fingers splayed out like she was reaching for something, for someone. Her breath hitched before she pleaded, “Please. Touch me.”

All I heard was the clank of my carefully placed chains snapping, releasing the beast inside who was waiting for this moment. All the worries and thoughts left my brain, and my body grew calm and controlled as I rose up, moving like a predator. I kept my eyes on her as I slowly climbed onto the bed.

Her thighs rubbed together, trembling, begging for something more. Something dark and corrupt filled my soul as I smiled down at the object of my obsession. A gnawing feeling grew in my stomach, and I licked my lips, wanting to devour my desired prey. I had been watching her for so long, being so far away yet so near at the same time. This ravenous darkness just wanted to take and take for all the years we had missed, all the nights gone by without her next to me.

Wait. A low groan slipped from my lips like two sides of myself were arguing. Take this slow.

My fingers tingled in anticipation as I crouched down, letting a single digit run up her leg with a feather-light touch. Her muscles tightened, and my gaze snapped up to see her biting her lip as her hands spread out on top of the sheet.

Her reactions just ignited my urgency to feel, to taste, to take. I bent down and started at her ankle, making a trail of delicate caresses with my lips. She shifted, and I stiffened, but when her legs fell open, her eyes still shut, I took it further.

Testing the waters, I licked at her thigh, pressing my thumb into her flesh to see if any pressure spooked her. When she just made sweet and sexy sleepy noises, I continued my path to devour this creature underneath me.

I wanted more of her, more sounds, more moans, more of her sleepy reactions that stirred up the primal beast inside of me. It felt like I was slowly corrupting her, making her mine without her knowing, and that did something to me. To know that I was the dirty one coveting her light, like I wanted to snatch her up and put her in a corner, growling at anyone that tried to come close and take what was mine...

Getting bolder as my cock became harder, I looked up her skirt. My eyes caught on the thin white thong she was wearing, and my mouth salivated. I let my fingers crawl up her thigh, moving them until she mewed in her sleep.

At first, I swiped a finger along her center, feeling the wet spot she was already making, and my breathing picked up as my dick jerked in her direction. She shifted, moaning, “Oh yes.”

Seeing my salvation at the end of the tunnel, I moved between her legs. They fell open for me like her body was inviting me in, telling me to take more. I bit my fist, trying to keep myself from pouncing on her, from ripping her clothes off and taking her here and now. No. I had to make sure she felt good. I wanted her cum on my lips. I’d dreamed about the taste of her for so long, and her sweet scent was calling to me.

Moving my head between her thighs, I licked at her panty-covered center. Her hands fisted the sheets, but that was it. Licking her a few more times, she cried out, mumbling how good it felt. I grew bolder, less patient, and moved the fabric to the side so I could stick a finger in.

Her wet heat made my eyes cross and my tongue jealous of my finger getting to the promised land before it even got close. I was in the zone, fully focused on the pussy right in front of me. My heart had never thumped so hard in my life. I had to have her. I had to have a full taste—no fabric, no softness, just pure tongue-licking enjoyment.

I dove in, licking at my finger before moving up to her clit and flicking my tongue against that soft button of nerves. I was so lost in the addictive taste of her, basking in finally taking the prey I’d stalked for most of my life, that I didn't hear the soft gasp from above until my name came stuttering out.

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