Page 73 of Bound By Obsession

Wyatt’s head turns just before our lips meet, my mouth clumsily brushing his cheek. A quick lash of embarrassment cracks against my confidence, despite his hardness between my center proving he wants this just as much. Water cascades over his hair and back, spraying from his shoulders. His voice is thick, raspy. A final warning he desperately wants me to hear.

“I won’t be gentle.”

“Good.” Wyatt’s eyes return to mine, hunting for any hint of uncertainty. That’s all it would take to pull away from me once more, but he finds none. I’ve been building myself up to this all evening, to show weakness now would be a waste. Once satisfied I’m not going to back out, Wyatt reaches between us and strokes the plump head of his cock from my pussy to my clit. My breath hitches, my thighs tightening on his hips.

“I’m not going to prep you.” He growls beside my ear, our cheeks touching. I arch my back, forcing my breasts against him. He draws his cock back down to my slit, teasing my opening before moving back to my clit again. A slow delicious torture. He hardens a little more each time, growing insistent against me.

“I want you to feel every raw, hard inch of me. I want you to be branded with the sting of stretching around my shaft. Youwon’t get it twice.” I weaken at the gruffness of his voice, the dirty, dangerous edge to his words.

Hitching my legs up higher and pushing my knees into my sides, Wyatt exposes me, the weight of his chest pushing mine back into the cold tile. As promised, he doesn’t delay. His cock pushes inside of me and the tightness causes us both to groan. I try to shift to better accommodate him but Wyatt is statue still, his grip on my thighs bruising. The only part of him to move is the agonizingly slow tilt of his hips.

Once he’s fully seated, we’re both tense, groaning in time with each breath. It’s affecting him just as much, but even so, the corner of his mouth quirks up in a slow, knowing smile. Wyatt doesn’t say a word, simply holds me there on the edge of his torture.

“Please,” I whimper, my brows knitted together. I’m so full that my thighs are quaking from the intensity of it. Wyatt’s hand slips around to the small of my back, pushing me flush against him. I mewl, twisting my head away. I can’t handle the size of him so deep, but there’s nowhere to go. I’m at his mercy, exactly where I put myself.

“Why did you really seek me out, Avery?” he asks, his voice low, the rough edge to it sending a shiver straight down my spine. His other hand slides lower, fingers grabbing at the curve of my hip, the heat of his touch stealing my breath. I’m pinned in the lion’s gaze, whining for him to take pity on me.

“I couldn’t help myself,” I admit breathlessly as I avoid looking into his eyes. The water beads on his skin, glistening under the bathroom light. I can’t tear my gaze away from his chiseled jaw, the way his lips part slightly as his eyes drop to my mouth.

“Why?” Those haunting green eyes seek mine out, holding me captive in the same way his cock is holding me on a precipice of losing my freaking mind. My breath hitches as I search for ananswer, my chest heaving against his. I’m drowning in him; his heat, his weight, his presence, every nerve ending in my body wired to the place where we’re joined. His question cuts through the haze, demanding more than just the shallow truth I’ve been telling myself.

“Tell me why couldn’t you stay the fuck away? Why is it my cock you crave so much when you have so many other options?”

“Because...” My voice trembles as I force myself to meet his eyes, that deep green gaze piercing straight through me. I don’t want to give him the truth, not wanting him to have that much power over me. I came to him because he sees through every facade, every wall I’ve put up. Wyatt strips me bare in ways that go far beyond my body, exposing every fear, every desire I’ve kept hidden. He knows the version of me I keep hidden from everyone else.

Wyatt grows impatient, dragging me an inch away from the wall just to slam me back into it. The jolt of his dick so deeply inside causes my vision to waver. “Because you aren’t enamored with me,” I rush to say, arching further. “You don’t care about me enough to make sure it doesn’t hurt. You’re selfish, inconsiderate and savage.” I sigh, biting on my bottom lip.

“And?” Wyatt presses his hips into me impossibly further, bringing his hand up to grip my chin when I try to twist away again. My chest is heaving, my toes so curled that they’ve lost all feeling. Gripping his wrist, I lower Wyatt’s hand and clasp it around my throat. Just like last time.

“And I want to be used,” I admit in a tiny voice. Wyatt’s eyes track the movement of my lips and settle on the hand on my neck. He looks crazed, barely hanging onto the last thread of his honor. It’s far too late for that now. Forcing his grip to tighten, I gasp against his fingers. “We’ve both been used against our will for years, forced to feel what others demanded of us. At least this, we can control. If anyone can understand, it’s you.”

Not even a beat passes before Wyatt’s lips crash down on mine. The water pours over us as he finally withdraws his cock, but only for a second. Slamming back inside, Wyatt’s hips snap back and forth, fucking me with abandon. His hands explore, possessive and hungry, like he’s wanted this as much as I have.

Wyatt’s lips are everywhere, devouring, tasting, claiming. The weight of his body presses me deeper into the cold tile, but the heat between us is so intense that I hardly notice the chill anymore. His mouth trails from my lips down to my throat, where his hand grips tightly. The pulse of his fingers around my neck sends a ripple of pleasure straight down to where we’re connected, where his cock is stretching me to the point of delicious agony.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin, lips brushing the shell of my ear. His hips pound into me, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. “To be used? For me to destroy your concept of pleasure and construct my own? A fullness only I can give you?”

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe, my voice cracking. “All of that,yes.” I buckle under the weight of everything I’m feeling, his relentless cock, the way his body envelops mine, how his hands leave bruises on my skin. Every moment feels like fire, like I’m teetering on the edge of an explosion I can’t control.

Wyatt pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at me, his green eyes burning with something fierce, something dangerous. His expression twists between dominance and raw need, his control fraying with each second that passes. His hand tightens around my throat, and my eyes flutter closed, surrendering completely to the way he consumes me.

“Open your eyes,” he demands, his hips stilling for just a moment, leaving me quaking on the edge of losing my mind. “I want you to know exactly who holds your life in the balance rightnow.” I obey, my eyelids heavy as I meet his gaze. His face is so close, our ragged breaths mingling between us.

His hand slips lower, wrapping around my thigh as he lifts me higher, opening me up even more. I’m helpless against him, completely pinned between the wall and his body. Each stroke sends lightning through me, building higher, faster. My throat flutters with the edge of panic, my lungs burning for air. I try to maintain Wyatt’s stare but it’s starting to become fuzzy around the edges.

“Tell me, Avery,” Wyatt pants, his voice dark and low. “If you pass out, would you expect me to stop fucking you? Because I won’t. You’ll wake so sore, permanently feeling me buried inside of this tight cunt, long after I’ve left.”

“Do it,” I whisper, my body trembling, every muscle tensing as the pleasure quickly speeds towards oblivion. “I need you to destroy me, Wyatt.”

The words barely leave my lips before he snaps his hips harder, faster, and I cry out, the sound swallowed by the echoing walls of the shower. There’s no mercy, no hesitation. Just raw, animalistic passion, the kind that leaves me breathless and dizzy, teetering on the edge of a blackout.

His hands are bruising, one gripping my throat, the other on my waist, pulling me down onto him with each punishing thrust. His mouth crashes onto mine again, hot and desperate. There will be no hiding the chaos which we’ve unleashed. It’s going to be marked on my skin for all to see.

“Wyatt. I’m gonna…I can’t breathe-” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life.

“I don’t need you to breathe. I need you to cum for me. Now.” Despite everything, my chest heaving for air, my limbs quickly going limp, my body responds. The tension inside me snaps, and I’m free-falling into a tidal wave of release, my entire body convulsing with the force of it. I scream his name, my voice rawand hoarse, and Wyatt follows a moment later, his grip releasing on my throat as he groans through his own climax, his body shuddering against mine. I wheeze, swallowing gulps of air. My head spins, dropping back against the tile with a crack that rings through my ears.

“I knew you’d be this fucking tight, Avery,” Wyatt mutters into my ear. His head drops against the tile beside mine, his entire focus on his throbbing shaft stalling inside of me. “This fucking perfect.”

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