Page 47 of Obsessive Love

I glance down at it, remembering the night at the club when he drew attention to it and complimented it and I shake my head in answer to his question, hoping he'll tell me why because I'm finding myself curious to know how much this man knows about me.

"I was the one that picked it out for you," he whispers, his breath fanning across my face due to our close proximity.

Rearing back in surprise, I stare at him through narrowed eyes.

"No. My mother picked this out for me," I tell him, starting to question everything he's now telling me.

He chuckles and reaches for my hand, lightly tugging me back towards him.

"Yeah, technically, Louise did pick it out, but I was the one that had it designed at the shop. Cost me a good chunk of change to have that beauty made, but when your mother set her eyes on it and told the shopkeeper that it was perfect, I knew it was worth every penny."

"You're actually insane," I mumble, staring into his crazed eyes as he smiles down at me.

"For you, I'd be anything,dolcezza."

I ignore the shocks that run through my body and the way my heart is pounding against my chest and I pull a bandage from the first aid kit, unravelling it so that I can begin wrapping his arm.

"You were the one that bought me the clip, weren't you?" I ask quietly, fiddling with the bandage as I secure it in place and wait for him to reply.

He stands to his full height and cups my face between his palms, tilting my head and forcing me to stare directly at him.

"I knew that you weren't happy about the wedding, and I knew you didn't want to go through with it, but you had to and there was no way you were backing out of it when it could've caused trouble for your family. I bought you the butterfly clip to give you something I knew you'd like. I wanted to make you smile and give you the smallest sliver of happiness during a time filled with misery," he says, brushing his nose against mine and sweeping his lips back and forth across my own as I drown in the depths of his viridian eyes.

My heart swells inside my chest and warmth seeps into my bones as I realise how much this man truly cares about me to go through all this trouble and take the time to learn everything he knows about me.

I lose myself in the moment, allowing myself to lean into his touch, forgetting about everything else around us as my mind and body are consumed by him.

Chapter Thirty

Kaleb

She presses her body against mine as she stares at me in awe, her cheeks bunching up, and a smile pulls at her lips. I brush my nose against hers, sending sparks across my body, waiting to see if she'll pull back.

Our lips touch.

Our breaths mingle.

I wrap my arm around her waist.

Her hands clasp my shoulders tightly.

I lean forward, pressing my lips firmly against hers and her body melts in my hands as both of our eyes simultaneously fall shut.

I cup her jaw with one hand as I use my other one around her waist to drag her between my spread legs, keeping her exactly where I want her as my mouth devours hers.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she hungrily kisses me back, our lips and tongues clashing together and fighting for dominance as our panting breaths echo around the room.

Her teeth graze my lip and I groan into her mouth as fire shoots through my body. Her hands move from my shoulders to the back of my head as her fingers tug on my hair and she rolls her body against mine, whimpering through our heated kiss as she desperately tries to create friction between us.

My hands travel across her skin, caressing the sides of her body and tracing every delicious curve, burning it into my memory. I move my leg between hers and nudge her thigh to the side.

Instantly, she grinds down on my leg, finding the friction she's been searching for and she moans, sending all of the blood in my body straight to my cock.

I grasp her hips and gently guide her back and forth against my thigh. Her head tips back as pleasure overtakes her, breaking our kiss. I move my lips down the length of her neck, sucking, licking, and biting.

My growing dick presses painfully against the seam of my trousers, begging to be released.

I end my wet trail of kisses on her collarbone and pull back so that I can see the beautiful sight in front of me.

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