Page 59 of Whispers of Obsession

A voice in my head tells me to stop, to wait, to slow down at the very least and make it good for her, but the screaming monster that’s been awoken in me tonight overrides all sense.

Still holding her wrists, I rip her tiny sleep shorts and underwear off with one violent yank and throw them across the room. She’s whimpering and shaking as I do the same with the flimsy sleep tank.

With a fierce growl, I plunge myself into her, buried deep within her tight warmth. She cries out, a combination of pain and need echoing in the room. I begin to move my hips, thrusting into her hard and fast, my eyes locked on hers. I see the fear and submission mingling in her gaze, and it only fuels me further.

Looking down at where our bodies are finally joined, I feel a stab of satisfaction as her crimson innocence bleeds out onto my cock.

I’m stained with her goodness, infecting her with my darkness in its place.

“This is your punishment, Cora. You never should have pushed me like this,” I whisper hoarsely, even though I know it’s not really her I’m punishing.

It’s me.

Her body twists beneath me, fighting me, trying to buck me off, but I can feel her heat and dampness enveloping me, driving me wild. My cock throbs, pulsing with every thrust. I can feel the darkness within me surging, feeding off of this moment, this release. I know that it's only a matter of time before it takes over completely.

I lean down, my lips grazing her neck, my breath hot on her skin. “You wanted this. You begged for it, even in your sleep, and now you have it. You can never escape it.”

She whimpers, her voice lost in the sounds of our bodies colliding. I release her hands to see what she’ll do, to give herthe chance to fight me, and she raises them to my shoulders, digging her nails in and pulling me closer.

Her legs wrap around my waist, her ankles locking together and pushing against my ass to draw me deeper.

She’s panting now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes wide and unfocused.

“You won't escape me,” I promise, my voice a low growl that vibrates through her body. “I’ll always find you. And every time I do, you’ll know the truth of your desires. You’ll know the darkest depths of your soul.”

At my words, my growled dark promise, her inner walls tighten around me, gripping me like a vice, milking me deeper into her folds.

“You’re mine,” I hiss, my eyes locking onto hers. “Forever and always.”

The darkness within me swells, a churning mass of emotions and desires that threatens to consume us both. I thrust harder, faster, my hips pounding against her, the sweat dripping from our bodies mingling in the air.

“Yours,” she breathes, the word barely more than a whispered surrender. “Forever and always.”

I close my eyes and give into the darkness, feeling it consume me, feeling it merge with me. Every thrust is a sacrifice, every cry of pain or pleasure, a communion.

When I finally come, it’s a violent release, my body shuddering and convulsing over her, my hips bucking wildly as I empty myself deep within her.

The room is now filled with the sound of our ragged breathing, our bodies entwined and drenched in sweat. I collapse on top of her, my weight pinning her down, my heart pounding against my rib cage, my mind a blur of darkness and desire.

“Don't make me do this again,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear, my voice barely more than a growl. “You know what happens when I lose control.”

Her breath hitches as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes wide and unfocused, her body still trembling beneath me. I can see the fear and submission still in her gaze, but there's also a glimmer of something else. A spark of recognition, maybe, of something deeper that has been awakened within her.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice barely more than a ragged plea. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t do this again.”

I pull back, my eyes locking onto hers, my face twisted in a snarl. A promise or a threat? I don’t know, but I can feel the darkness within me begin to recede, slowly withdrawing from our bodies and our minds.

I remove myself from her, my body shaking as I pull away, our sweaty bodies slipping against one another, our bare skin still tender and raw from our encounter. My dick, still hard, is covered with her blood.

For a moment, I am not sure what to do next. I run my hands over my head, trying to shake off the darkness that still clings to me, trying to regain my sense of control.

Looking back at Cora, whose eyes are still wide and unfocused, her body still trembling, I wonder if she’s truly begging for more, or if she’s simply too scared to fight back. I know I’m not completely in control…but I’m not sure if I even want to be.

My heart is still racing, my breath still heavy, and I know that this is not over. I can feel the darkness still lurking within me, waiting to be unleashed again. And I know that I will do whatever it takes to keep it at bay.

Slowly, I reach out and cup her face in my gloved hands, my fingers trembling slightly. “I’m going to make you feel betternow. Do you understand?” I ask her, my voice low and as soft as I can manage to make it.

Her eyes widen, her breath hitches, and she nods, her gaze dropping to the ground.

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