Page 88 of Obsession

I wrapped my legs around his waist and matched him thrust for thrust, stride for stride. “Fuck me harder,” I growled into his neck.

He cursed and curled his arm around my waist before he dragged me up.

Just what I wanted.

More tightly, I curled around him and the friction made my brain fuzz. I wanted him insane like me. I wanted it more than I wanted the orgasm that was reaching for me with greedy claws.

This angle let him drive deeper and we both muttered filthy words against each other’s lips. It was freeing. To allow myself to tell him what I needed.

Even when I couldn’t quite understand it, he did.

He tucked an arm under my knee and lunged deeper. The whole damn table was banging against the cement. Quiet had gone out the window, but I didn’t care. There was enough banging in the gallery that maybe no one would notice.

Maybe.

Please, God.

I wrenched upward at the searing ache in my wrists. Finally, the tie came free, sliding to the floor. I scraped my nails through his hair and brought his forehead down to meet mine.

“More,” I choked out.

“This cunt is mine. I will fuck you until you can’t move, until we can’t hate each other anymore.”

I held on tighter and shuddered at his harsh words. Was there a way to fuck the hate out?

If there was, this man would do it.

I quaked around his punishing thrusts. The burn of our bodies rubbing, his sheer size, and the overwhelming exhaustion broke me.

He held me tight as I cried out. As my body was no longer my own.

As it indeed became his, and the room faded to a whitewash, then of rushing color behind my eyelids.

Mind-bending pleasure flipped me inside out until everything was too much.

“Grace.”

My name melted into the frenzy, and I sobbed against his neck. His hips jerked against my thighs, and I held on. He tried to struggle away, but I wouldn’t allow it.

If I had to show him my madness, he had to give me his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands cupping the back of his head as his dark eyes went opaque and he emptied himself in me.

And where he would’ve normally withdrawn, this time, he didn’t. Because I didn’t allow it.

I held on to him.

I kissed him.

I let myself love him.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Iwasn’t sure what to do now.

Fighting and recriminations usually started about now. In fact, I was a little afraid to stop holding him. We didn’t know how to do theafter.

We kinda sucked at the before too.

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