Page 91 of King of Obsession

She lifted her mouth to me, and we fused into a fierce,desperate collision of two souls yearning for connection. Her hands roamed my body with a hunger mirroring my own, igniting a fire within me.

I ground into her, lost in the overwhelming need for her touch, her presence.

Eventually, we slowed into a lazy sequence of kisses and caresses until sleep engulfed us both.

We woke to dawn leaking in through the windows.

To lips searching and finding each other, mouths melding in a slow and sensual dance.

Morning’s soft illumination highlighted our faces, highlighting the tangle of our limbs and the craving in our eyes.

Every kiss deepened, igniting a fire within us.

Our gentle moans and faint whispers filled the room, accompanied by our quiet keens and gasps as our mouths glided, exploring and tasting, fingers tracing patterns on our skin.

‘Sei cosi seducente,’ I growled into her ear, probing the shell of it with my tongue. ‘So fuckin’ seductive.’

She moaned back, thrusting her hips against mine, driving me wild.

I pull back, almost cumming in my pants.

‘Woman, we’re breaking the rules,’ I grunted, waving at the air between us, ‘of l’uomo e cacciatore.’

‘I freakin’ wantto break them all.’

I hitched a thigh over her, claiming her, our bodies melting together in a symphony of desire, entwined and connected in a moment of pure intimacy.

‘I should get up,’ I rasped at one point, cock aching, wanting to blow but keen to keep my promise to her.

Cleo sighed, running her fingers through my locks, nails scratching my scalp in a sensual release of pleasure strobes.

She nodded, a small smile playing around her lips. ‘Alright then, but you can’t blame a girl for trying.’

I chuckled, slipping out of her grasp and sliding off the bed. ‘A nympho, who knew.’

She shrugged. ‘I look the part, don’t I?’

With her swollen pink mouth, tousled pixie hair, and hot bedroom eyes, she did.

I took a moment to admire her.

Her beauty was nothing short of breathtaking. It took all my willpower not to look back at her as I left the room.

I headed for a brisk cold shower in the outhouse, my mind already set on the task ahead.

The water was fuckin’ freezing, and I cursed like a trucker as it splashed over me.

Still, it was invigorating and helped me clarify my plan for the day.

‘I’ll stake the Conti farm for the day,’ I told Cleo over breakfast.

‘Hell no. We’re doing this together.’

Her voice was firm, her eyes locked on mine across the kitchen table. Weak morning light seeped through the curtains. ‘What if something happens to you out there alone? I’m with you, and that’s final.’

I sighed and ran a hand through my locks. Part of me wantedto argue, to insist on going solo. But I was beginning to recognize that stubborn set to Cleo’s jaw. There would be no convincing her otherwise.

‘Alright, we’ll go together.’

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