Page 48 of Twisted Obsession

“I want you,” I tell him, boldly. “I want to remember the beauty we shared, before I lose myself in the fear.”

Dominic chokes out a groan and closes his eyes, dropping his forehead to mine. But he lets go of my hands, so I take that as a green light and reach for the waistband of his sweatpants again.

Dominic raises his head, his eyes dark with desire, but there's a hint of hesitation in them. "Are you sure about this, Roisin?" he asks, his voice husky. "With everything that's happening..."

I nod, my heart racing. "I'm sure. I need this. I need you.”

For a moment, Dominic searches my face, as if looking for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he cups my face in his hands.

He doesn’t say anything more, simply nods, before claiming my lips in a searing kiss.

His hands slide down my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, craving more. When his fingers find the hem of my hoodie, I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head.

Dominic's eyes roam over my newly exposed skin and I feel a blush creep up my cheeks. It's ridiculous–he's seen me naked countless times before–but something about this moment feels different. More intimate, somehow.

Maybe because I’m not his captive now–not that I ever really felt I was–but there’s no mistaking either of our motives this time. I’m not begging him to give me the peace of mind of losing my virginity in a consensual act, and he’s not giving me a pity fuck because he’s worried about what might be taken from me by force.

His hands skim down my sides, feather-light touches that make me shiver. When they reach my hips, he pauses, his fingers unbuttoning the waistband of my jeans, and pulling them and my underwear down in one, his thumbs tracing small circles on my hip bones as he slowly undresses me.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. "So beautiful."

I reach for him, wanting to feel his skin against mine. My fingers trace the hard planes of his chest, the defined muscles of his abdomen. I can feel his heart racing beneath my palm.

Dominic leans down, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, then lower. When his lips close around my nipple, I gasp, arching into him. His hand slides between my thighs and I part them willingly, desperate for his touch.

He takes his time, kicking off his sweats, then teasing and exploring as if we have all the time in the world. As if we're not in some cheap motel room, hiding from the chaos of our lives. Right now, nothing exists beyond this bed, beyond the feel of his hands on my skin and the taste of his lips on mine.

Dominic's fingers find my center and I moan at the contact. He works me skillfully, building the tension inside me with every stroke of his clever finger against my aching clit. Then he dips a finger inside my wet sheath, first one, then two, plunging them into me then dragging them out and coating my nub with my slick arousal. I writhe beneath him, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his back, as I search for an anchor while my climax erupts.

"Dominic," I gasp. "Please."

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. The intensity of his gaze makes my breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he pulls his fingers away from me and watches me as he sucks them into his mouth.

"I like hearing you beg," he shocks me by saying as he licks each individual digit. “We’ll have to find time to explore that some more, sometime when I have you completely at my mercy.”

My eyes roll back in my head. I never knew dirty talk got me off before. Panting lightly, I decide to use it to my advantage. I might be new to this, but I’m a quick study, and since he’s still not inside me, I play him at his own game.

“Please Dominic,” I plead, my voice strained and breathy.

With a groan, Dominic positions himself between my thighs. I can feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me.

In response, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Take me," I breathe into his ear. “Take me and make me yours.” As I say the words, I rub up against him, wanting to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck!” The curse fires from his mouth as Dominic drives into me with a single thrust. The feeling of fullness, of completeness, is overwhelming. I cling to him as he begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has me gasping with each plunge.

Our bodies move together perfectly, as if we were made for each other. Every touch, every kiss, every shared breath feels like coming home. In this moment, all the complications, all the dangers that await us outside this room, fade away. It's just us, Dominic and Roisin, two bodies intertwined and finding pleasure in the other.

Dominic's pace quickens, his movements becoming more urgent. I match his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust. The tension builds inside me, a coiling spring ready to snap.

He dips his head and pulls a straining nipple into his mouth, grazing the tight bud with his teeth until I’m arching against him, balanced on the precipice of release, about to fly.

"Look at me," Dominic commands, his voice rough with desire.

I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The raw emotion I see there takes my breath away. Dominic's hand slides between us, his thumb finding my sensitive spot, and with a few expert strokes, I'm falling apart beneath him.

"Dominic!" I cry out as waves of pleasure crash over me.

My release triggers his own and with a guttural groan, Dominic follows me over the edge. He collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure as we both struggle to catch our breath.

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