Page 155 of Volatile Obsessions

“You,” she panted, “You, I belong to you!”

“Louder, say it louder.”

“YOU—I belong to you!” she bellowed, unleashing the beast in entirety.

That was it.

The need to consume her whole—mind, body, and soul obsessed me in a way I’d never experienced before.

Pulling out of her dripping cunt, I spun her around and shoved her back onto the bed, taking her in with manic eyes.

She looked like a goddess, like my Queen, like my fucking forever.

On a turbulent growl, I loomed over her, hitching her legs around my waist as the overwhelming thought settled deep within me.

In my core.

In my mind.

In the heart she’d risen from ashes and somehow stitched back together.

And then in a single roll of my hips, I was inside her once more, fucking her with everything I had.

Making loveto her with everything I had.

“I love you,” I grated out, nearly breathless as the words left my mouth. “Do you hear me? I love you with every”—thrust—“fiber”—thrust—“of my fucking being.”

Lux trapped my neck in arms and nodded frantically, her heart thrashing ferociously against my chest. “I love you, too,” she moaned,” I love yo—oh god, I’m gonna come!”

Euphoria.

It was fucking euphoria.

That magnificent burst of ecstasy consumed her, consumed us both, our climaxes erupting one after the other. It was so intense my entire body rippled against her, goose pimples littering every inch of my skin as my balls clenched with every spurt inside her.

I’d never come so hard.

Had never loved so hard.

I loved her more than anyone I’d loved in my life.

And should anyone try to take her away from me—may God be with them.

I’d kill for this woman.

Raise hell for this woman.

Mine.

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