Page 7 of Obsessive Love

I know I'm safe. Jaylen's here somewhere and although he's seemingly annoyed with me at the moment, he'll keep a watchful eye on me. No doubt, he'll check on me at some point soon to make sure I'm not being sliced to pieces by a madman.

If my father or my brother could see what I was doing right now, they'd probably lock me up for the rest of my life and berate me for being so stupid.

Unfortunately, that thought has me determined to follow through with this insane plan I have in my head.

This man may be a stranger, but he's also one of the sexiest men I've ever laid eyes on. As soon as I saw him earlier, I knew he'd be trouble. That should've been my sign to steer clear of him, but unfortunately, I like a little bit of chaos.

When he kissed me a moment ago, my whole body felt like it was on fire. The burning, tingling sensation started from my lips and travelled through my body. When his rough hands cupped my cheeks and brought me impossibly closer to him, the fire lit inside my stomach, burning through my core until my insides melted.

As we reach the end of the corridor, he pulls a card from his pocket and then glances at me over his shoulder as he taps it against the scanner.

Despite the swarm of butterflies in my stomach and the layer of sweat dotting along my hairline from the nerves, I smile up at him, hopefully giving him confirmation this is what I want.

He turns to face me and his hands grasp my waist, pulling me forward as he pushes into the room, using his back to open the door.

Once we're through the threshold, he kicks at the door, somehow managing to close it. His lips meet mine, and my hands automatically start exploring the length of his chest and his broad shoulders. Our mouths melt against each other, sending a blazing trail of warmth through my body.

His hands knead their way down my body until he's gripping the backs of my thighs as he crouches slightly in front of me, not breaking our connection. He hoists me into his arms, lifting me with ease, and then he clumsily walks us over to the double bed in the middle of the room.

He quickly lowers me onto the soft sheets as his fingers tangle into my hair, lightly tugging on the strands, causing me to moan into his mouth.

"How badly do you want me,dolcezza?" he whispers, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck.

"So fucking bad," I tell him.

I never thought I'd feel a lustful connection this strong and this quick with a stranger, but with him, it's undeniable, and I find that my words are true. I do want him. There's a neediness inside of me, begging for his touch.

Our hands roam each other's bodies, gripping and tugging at clothes as our mouths messily slide against each other. Both of us are desperate and wanting.

He wedges his hips between my thighs and my legs circle his waist. He grinds against me, causing a shudder to run through my body as his hardness rubs against my covered clit.

My hands grip his shirt and I hastily search for the buttons, wanting to undo them as quickly as humanly possible so that I can run my hands against his chest and feel every warm part of him,

"You're desperate for me, aren't you?" he asks, a wicked smile spread across his face as he peers down at me.

My breath hitches as I stare into his eyes and his words wash over me.

"Yes," I whisper, my cheeks heating from embarrassment at my admission.

He lifts off of me and slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes slip away from his face, and instead, I focus on the tattoos he's gradually revealing to me.

A large pocket watch is inked across the left side of his chest, surrounded by flowers with a date scrawled underneath. My eyes trace the intricate lines, admiring the beauty of the tattoo. When I lift my hand to try and slip the shirt off of his shoulder and get a glimpse of the ink that sprawls across the rest of his body, he stops me and shakes his head.

"I'll unbutton it, but I'm keeping it on."

I frown up at him, confused as to why he wouldn't want me to see the rest of him, but when he leans back down, pressing his hard, muscular body against mine and his lips connect with my neck, I forget about the tattoo and the questions that were forming in my mind.

Sparks ignite inside of me as he peppers soft, wet kisses along my skin whilst his fingers slide along the outside of my thighs, slowly bunching up my dress. When my dress is pooled around my hips, his hands move to the band of my underwear and he pulls his face away from me, leans back on his haunches, and stares down at my centre as he tugs at the fabric.

I lift my hips, allowing him to slide the thong down and when he does so, he licks his lips and groans, his full focus between my legs.

"Holy shit,dolcezza. This is better than I ever could've imagined."

I blush and instantly try to cover myself with my dress, but his hand shoots forward and grasps my wrist as his lustrous gaze meets mine.

"Don't ever try and hide this perfect little pussy from me. If I want to sit here and admire it, I will, and you'll let me do so," he growls. The assertive, commanding tone should probably worry me, especially when he's talking about my body as if it's his, but the way he's said it, and the way he's looking at me at this moment, has me melting instead.

I immediately let go of my dress and his lips tilt up.

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