Page 72 of Obsessive Love

He whips his top over his head, throwing it onto the floor and my eyes eat up every inch of his exposed skin as he walks towards the bed.

"Like what you see,dolcezza?"

I hum as I continue my perusal of him, admiring how his tattoos stand out against his caramel skin in the dim glow of my room from the lamp on my bedside cabinet.

"You've been showing that off a lot lately," I say, turning around so that I'm now facing him as he kneels on the edge of my bed, lifting the covers and climbing in.

He lays beside me, fluffing the pillow before resting his head on it and staring at me with his lustrous eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you always used to have it hidden under long-sleeved shirts. Even that night at the club, you had your shirt unbuttoned but you kept it on, covering the butterflies."

"That's because I keep it hidden from my father. Also, I didn't want you to see the tattoo and start asking questions about it. I didn't want you to know who I was and I didn't want you to know I knew who you were."

"That was such a confusing sentence," I say, grinning at him as I tentatively reach over and run my fingers along the inked butterflies. "Also, I'm still not happy about that, you know?"

He huffs and rolls his eyes, stretching his arm out across the pillows and nudging my head until I lift it so he can rest his arm beneath my neck.

His fingers intricately weave through my hair until he's gently massaging my scalp.

"I did what I had to do," he states, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest as his legs tangle with mine beneath the covers. "I know that it probably wasn't right, and I understand that it was likely confusing for you, but I had to make sure you knew who I was before you married Jericho. I couldn't keep hiding because if I did, I was at greater risk of losing you, and I don't ever want to lose you, Sophia."

His words, paired with the slow circles he's rubbing along my side and my head have me melting against him.

"I'd also like to clarify that I don't regret it, and I'd do it again."

I laugh against his chest, shaking my head.

"Is it bad if I admit I'm glad it happened as well?" I ask.

He pulls away from me slightly so that he can push his arm between us and use his hand to tilt my head up, forcing me to look at him.

"You're glad it happened?"

I nod, gnawing on my bottom lip and guilt slithers its way through my body.

"It sounds bad when I say that doesn't-"

My words are cut off when he leans down and presses his lips against mine, using his hand to cup my jaw and hold me in place as his tongue sweeps across my parted lips.

I wrap my arm around the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me as I allow him access, deepening the kiss.

He growls into my mouth, nipping at my lip when I grind my body against him, desire shooting through me as his hardened length twitches from my movements.

He peppers kisses against my jaw and down the length of my neck as my fingers tug on his hair and quiet moans drift from my mouth between panting breaths.

He sucks my skin into his mouth, intent on marking me as his hands explore my body, skimming against my bare legs and sending heat bursting through my veins.

"I've missed the way you taste," he groans, lightly biting my neck and kissing it.

I roll onto my back, pulling him with me so that he's hovering above me as I allow my hands to glide along his back, tracing every muscle that's coiled tight.

He runs his nose against my neck, breathing me in as he settles his weight on top of me.

His hand leaves my waist, travelling down the length of my leg as he pulls it to the side, allowing him to rest between my legs, pressing his dick against me.

I gasp at the feeling and wrap my legs tightly around his hips, grinding my centre against his and moaning as the friction of his dick against my clit sends ecstasy soaring through my body.

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