Page 10 of His Dark Possession

As the waves of pleasure wash over her, Gabriella bows her back, surrendering to the sensations. Her legs go slack, and I have to hold her up, cradling her against me so she doesn’t fall. When she screams, it’s not my name on her lips, but a series of breaths, hard and heavy, as if she’s just sprinted a marathon. Sweat beads on her brow, glistening in the dim light.

She was undeniably beautiful in her wedding dress, but in the throes of orgasm, she transforms into something truly stunning, a vision of unrestrained bliss that captivates me completely.

10

GABRIELLA

Every dark and dirty desire I’ve ever harbored feels like it’s finally coming to life, pulsating with an intense urgency.

I lie on the bed, the soft sheets cradling me, while Antonio undresses in front of me with a languid grace. This man, who just brought me to the edge of ecstasy with his skilled fingers, now wants to take me there again, but this time with the intimate power of his cock. And what a magical cock it is. I only felt it briefly against the curve of my ass, yet I sensed instantly that it would offer me a depth of pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

He reveals it with a little bounce that captures my full attention. As his briefs slide down, his cock pops out and bobs up, standing proudly and erect, pointing directly in my direction. My sex clenches in eager anticipation, a primal response that sends shivers through me. It’s been far too long since Johnston was inside of me, and that encounter was anything but pleasurable. My knowledge of what to do when it comes to sex is limited, a mere flicker of understanding, but I can hardly believe that aman like Antonio can teach me everything I need to know—and more.

When he climbs onto the bed, the first thing he does is capture my mouth in a kiss that ignites a fire deep within me. His tongue sweeps along my bottom lip, teasingly asking for permission before entering. Once inside, he explores every inch of my mouth with the curiosity of an adventurer discovering new lands, leaving me breathless and craving more of his intoxicating presence.

His thick member presses insistently against my thigh as he covers my body with his, enveloping me in warmth and desire. Antonio pumps his hips against mine, and I can feel the appendage harden even more, a delicious pressure that sends shivers racing through me. It seems impossible that he could grow another centimeter, yet somehow he does, filling me with an overwhelming sense of yearning. And even though I know I shouldn’t want to hear about Carina’s sex life with my brother, I can’t help but feel an eager anticipation to share the details of my own intimate experiences with Antonio.

Bravery surges within me as I let my hands explore the space between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock with a mix of apprehension and excitement. Antonio hisses sharply, pulling his lips from mine, his breath hot and ragged. “Oh god, you feel so good,” he swears, his voice laced with longing. “Let me make love to you, Gabriella.”

With a flutter of nerves and exhilaration, I spread my legs, guiding him to the entrance of my wet passage, a testament to the desire he has ignited within me. “This is all for you,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. “You did this to me.” I have never been the type to be vocal during sex, but in this moment, under his tender gaze, I find a new courage.It’s amusing how feeling genuinely loved by a man can alter everything.

Antonio doesn’t hesitate; he pushes into me with deliberate care. The head of his member breaks past my muscles, and I grit my teeth in response, a flash of discomfort mingling with the pleasure. It has been a while since I’ve felt this way, but I remind myself to take a few steady breaths and relax. I know that if I do, he’ll feel even better inside of me, and that thought ignites a new wave of desire.

Slowly, he moves deeper, each thrust deliberate and intense. Antonio rocks his hips back and forth, his thick size widening my center with each measured push. Every inch fills me more than the one before, heightening the exquisite tension within me and making me feel as if I’m going to explode with desire. I adjust my legs, instinctively spreading them wider, wanting to take all of him as deep as he can go, craving the fullness he offers.

“You are the only woman I want to be with for the rest of my life,” he mutters, his breath warm against my skin as he presses his forehead against mine. In that moment, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us. Antonio is all the way in, his cock throbbing with impatience, a rhythm all its own. I tighten my muscles around him, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure in response. “God, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” His voice is thick with yearning, and it sends shivers down my spine.

His cock stirs inside me, demanding more, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. For the first time in my life, I thirst for his body as much as he longs for mine, an unquenchable desire surging through me.

With a deftness that sends a thrill coursing through my body, Antonio’s hand wraps under my hips, lifting my ass slightly to reposition me, ensuring I am perfectly aligned to take his cock. Slowly, he starts working his hips back and forth, drawing pleasure from every movement, every thrust. In the heat of our passion, I feel a sense of urgency building within me, an anxious need for more. I crave him deeper, faster, harder than Johnston has ever done it before. Because for once, I am desperate for it—desperate for him.

I tilt my pelvis up to meet him, urgency lacing my voice as I plead, “Please, more.”

He is spurred on by my plain desire, thrusting faster, pushing the boundaries of our shared ecstasy. My insides feel like they’re crumbling, unraveling under the onslaught as he pours himself into me over and over again, each movement a testament to our fervent connection. Antonio growls, the sound raw and primal, the faster he moves like an animal unleashed, driven by instinct and passion. His rhythm becomes frenzied; the harder he thrusts, the more he hits that special place deep inside of me, igniting a fire that sends me racing toward the edge of bliss.

I can’t help but let his name tumble off my lips, a breathless whisper that escapes as I fly off the handle, lost in the whirlwind of sensation. My body feels hot and slick with sweat as I cling to him, riding out the overwhelming high of my orgasm. This is the moment I have spent years dreaming of, and it is with the perfect man—someone I never expected to care about so deeply, let alone find myself utterly in love with.

Antonio’s body tightens as my pussy muscles clench around him, drawing forth a primal response. He roars like a lion, a sound of pure ecstasy, when the pleasure surges through him. His warm seed spills inside of me, filling me completely, and inthat moment, his body goes slack, surrendering to the aftermath of our passionate encounter. Somehow, even in his exhaustion, he manages to hold himself aloft, hovering just above my body by the barest of margins. “Mia regina,” Antonio mumbles with his eyes closed, his voice a soft caress, “my queen.”

Though he eventually rolls off of me after a few lingering moments, he entwines his fingers with mine, creating an intimate bond that feels impossibly right. “This is what it will always be like,” Antonio promises, his voice low and sincere. “The rest of our lives. You and me.”

I can see it. Despite being utterly starstruck by this husband of mine, I can grasp the truth of what he’s talking about. Life will never quite be the same again; it’s a profound realization that settles in my chest, warm yet heavy.

I lie there for several minutes, my thoughts meandering through the possibilities of the future. In years past, I would have asked a thousand questions while trying to drift off to sleep, my mind racing with uncertainty. What does the future hold? Does life get better? When will I find true fulfillment? But tonight, those questions feel distant, almost irrelevant. Instead, my thoughts are consumed with visions of life alongside Antonio.

I know that it won’t be easy; life rarely is. Yet in the days and hours leading up to this moment, he has reassured me endlessly that he is mine—mind, body, and soul. This connection feels deeper and stronger than anything I’ve ever known, and I realize I have more control over him than I’ve ever had over myself.

Perhaps, if it all works out, I can finally finish my degree. Johnston made me quit college, insisting he needed a social wife rather than an educated one to fit his image. But I envision a different reality with Antonio—a reality where he wouldencourage me to pursue my dreams, to engage in whatever sparks joy in my heart, as long as I was genuinely happy.

Beside me, Antonio’s breathing becomes slow and rhythmic, a comforting lull that fills the room. I glance over at him in the softly lit bedroom, wondering how he can fall asleep with the lights still on. But the urge to move is stronger than my curiosity; I quietly get up, use the restroom, and turn off the lights, plunging the room into a warm, intimate darkness. When I slide back beneath the covers, I feel the comforting weight of his presence as he makes his way to my side of the bed.

“I love you, Gabriella,” he mumbles, his voice a husky whisper as he curls up behind me, the warmth of his body radiating against my back.

Despite my preconceived notions and the uncertainties that once clouded my heart, I realize with startling clarity that I love him, too. And in that moment, nestled in the cocoon of our shared warmth, I feel a sense of peace that I never thought possible.

ANTONIO

3 YEARS LATER

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