Page 60 of Whispers of Obsession

“Lie down,” I instruct, and she does as I ask with only a moment of hesitation.

I sink between her thighs, spreading her wide and feeling a stab of satisfaction as I take in the mess I’ve made of her. I was her first. She is mine. I’ve taken something from her that no other man will ever be able to take. It never even crossed my mind to use protection. Why would I want a barrier between us?

With that thought in mind, I pull off my gloves and she flinches when my bare fingers wrap around her ankles, gently lifting her legs to place them over my shoulders.

Looking up at her, I glower and growl, “Keep your head down. Do not look at me. Do you understand?”

When she nods frantically, I lower my head and carefully slide the mask up a little so that I have more freedom to move.

It’s not about me anymore. It’s about her. I have to remember that. I have to be gentle, to be tender. To make sure she feels safe, wanted, loved even. I can’t let the darkness consume us.

I’m not going to hurt her. I’m going to make her feel good. I’m going to give her the pleasure she deserves for being such a good girl for me.

Slipping my fingers into her, I feel the wetness, the heat, the tightness around me. It’s warmer than it was before. I’ve left my mark on her, and I’m not going to let the darkness taint it. I’m going to make her feel like a woman. I’m going to show her the pleasure I can give.

Starting slow, I move my fingers in and out of her, feeling her body arch beneath me. I can tell she’s starting to respond,her breathing growing heavier, her hips rising to meet my hand. It feels so good to see her like this, so open, so needy.

“Do you like that?” I whisper, wanting to hear the words. I want to know that she's enjoying this, that she wants it.

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, please, more.”

I begin to push my fingers deeper inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. It’s so intense, so powerful. I can feel her desire, her need, growing with each thrust. She’s begging for more, and I'm more than happy to give it to her now that she’s sated my demons.

I slide my fingers out of her suddenly, and she whimpers in protest, but when I replace them with my tongue, she mewls.

“Are you enjoying that?” I ask again, my voice low and seductive. “Do you like the way my tongue feels inside you? It’s made just for you, specially crafted to bring you pleasure.”

She moans, her words a breathy affirmation. “Yes, god, please don’t stop.”

I lap at her, my tongue moving in circles, flicking at her sensitive spots. I can feel her body trembling, writhing beneath me, and I know I’m giving her something she’s never experienced before. I’m giving her what she desires. I’m giving her what she needs.

I thrust my tongue deeper, feeling her muscles clench around me, her flesh quivering with pleasure. I can taste her, hear her, feel her. I’m inside her, consuming her completely.

She starts to whimper, her body arching, her hips lifting off the bed. “Please, more, more,” she pleads, her voice ragged with desire.

I slide my tongue out of her and crawl back up her body, fixing my mask back into place, until I’m hovering above her. I look into her eyes, and I see that fear has been replaced witha different emotion. A need, a hunger, a desire for something more.

“Do you want me to take it further?” I ask her, my voice low and husky. “Do you want me to show you things you’ve never even dreamed of?”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see the answer in her pupils. She wants it. She needs it.

I push myself back into her, my erection throbbing and pulsating. I begin to move, thrusting slowly at first, then gaining momentum. Each stroke brings with it a gasp of pleasure, her fingers digging into my back, her nails leaving crescent marks.

She’s moaning now, her cries a combination of ecstasy and pain, her body arching to meet mine. I can feel her muscles gripping me tightly, pulling me deeper inside her, her body responding to my every move.

I reach down and cup her face again, my voice low and seductive. “Does that feel good?” I ask, my eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes,” she murmurs, her breath ragged. “Please, please don’t stop.”

I continue to thrust, my movements becoming more fluid, more passionate. This time, when I feel the darkness receding, being pushed away by the primitive need for pleasure, I know it won’t return. I’m not just taking from her anymore. I’m giving her something she’s never experienced before, and in doing so, I’m healing a piece of both of us.

I lean down and capture her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues entwining, our breaths mingling. I can feel our energies intertwining, becoming one in this moment. This is what I crave, what I need. This is what I live for.

The darkness is gone now, replaced by a fierce desire for her, for this moment. I thrust harder, faster, our bodies slamming together, our moans mingling in the air.

“Yes,” I grunt, my voice hoarse. “Yes, take it, take it all. Take everything I have to give.”

She moans, her body trembling, her muscles clenching around me, her eyes locked on mine.

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