Page 51 of Dark Obsession

He keeps at it, his tongue working its magic, and I feel myself falling apart, the pleasure building and building until it snaps. My body tenses, legs shaking uncontrollably, as the orgasm crashes through me.

It's like a wave taking me under, making me moan louder than I probably should. I can barely catch my breath, my fingers still gripping his hair, holding him against me as the pleasure pulses through every inch of my body.

When it finally fades, I’m left panting, body trembling from the intensity of it all. But he’s not done. Not even close.

Before I can fully recover, he stands up, his hands gripping my hips with that familiar possessiveness. He spins me around effortlessly, pressing me up against the cold surface of the kitchen bar. I feel his hand on my back, pushing me down, my cheek against the counter.

My eyes go wide. He’s in total control, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more.

Slowly, he slides inside me from behind, stretching me out. God, it feels so good. My breath hitches, and he leans down, his voice low and rough in my ear.

“You like that, princess? I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I can’t even respond, too lost in the sensation of him filling me, his cock moving slow and deep, each thrust making me gasp and moan with every stroke.

“You’re so fucking tight. You were made for me.”

His words send shivers down my spine, and I can feel another orgasm building fast, my body shivering beneath him.

He thrusts deeper, harder, slowing down when he knows I'm on the edge. I let out a frustrated moan, needing him to take me over that cliff.

“Grigori, please,” I beg, my voice breathy, barely a whisper.

He grips my hips tighter, his breath hot against my ear. “Beg louder, princess. I want to hear you.”

I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but my body betrays me. “Please. I need you.”

“That’s better,” he growls, thrusting in again, this time harder, setting a brutal pace. “You’re mine.” He’s relentless, his powerful hands keeping me exactly where he wants me. There’s no escape from the pleasure. He owns every bit of me in this moment, and I love it.

His voice drops, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “Come for me again. I want to feel it. Now.”

I do as I’m told. His command is all it takes to send me over the edge again, my body trembling beneath his, completely at his mercy.

He doesn’t let up, driving into me harder, his grip on my hips like iron. My legs are shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, but I don’t want him to stop. He leans over, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my ear.

“You feel so good, princess,” he growls, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “You like it when I take you like this, don’t you?”

I can’t form any words so I just nod, lost in the overwhelming sensations. His hand moves from my hip, slipping between my thighs, finding my swollen clit. He circles it slowly, torturously, while still fucking me deep, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can.

“Say it,” he commands, his fingers moving faster. “Tell me you like it when I’m in control.”

My body’s on fire, everything tightening, building again. I try to resist but I’m too far gone, too close to the edge.

“I love it,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it when you take control.”

He groans, clearly satisfied with my surrender. “Good girl.”

His words are my undoing. I explode around him, my pussy clenching tight, my whole body shaking as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t stop, driving into me harder, deeper, chasing his own release as I’m lost in the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his rhythm faltering. I feel his body tense as he comes, spilling into me with one final, powerful thrust.

For a moment, neither of us move, our breathing heavy, bodies melded together in the aftermath. He stays inside me, keeping me close, his lips brushing my ear.

“You’re mine, Elena. Don’t ever forget that.”

I smile, completely sated, loving every second of his possessive, dominant side. I whisper back, “And you’re mine.”

He stays inside me for another minute, his arms wrapped around my waist, his chest warm against my back. It’s the contrast that gets me every time—how he can be so dominant, so rough when we’re together, and then switch in an instant to something gentle and tender. His lips brush the back of my neck, trailing soft kisses along my skin.

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