Page 24 of Obsession

I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence, not as he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed effortlessly. My back lands on the soft mattress and my breath leaves my chest in a swoosh. Adrian crawls onto the bed within the next second, his body hovering above mine.

“I owe you a punishment, because you couldn’t just walk down the aisle like a good princess and repeat your vows nicely.”

I suck in another breath, my senses in overdrive with Adrian above me like this. He smells too damn good, something that drives me crazy, considering we just spent hours at wedding festivities. My makeup was melting off me and I was covered in a sheen of sweat, but Adrian still looks perfect. His minty breath skates over my cheek as he leans in.

“Now, princess, punishments don’t have to hurt.” I don’t know what he means by that, but there’s a glint in his eyes, so I assume he’s about to show me.

Slowly, his fingers trail down my side, goosebumps rising under my pajamas. He reaches the waistband of my pants and begins to tug on the fabric.

“Wait.” I reach for his hands, attempting to stop him, but he slaps mine away.

“Tell me, princess, has anyone actually ever touched you here?” As he asks the question, his hand moves over the material to cup my sex. I told Rafe Bianchi that I wasn’t a virgin—my attempt to keep him from wanting to marry me—which worked, except now, here I am, lying under Adrian while he asks the same question.

The lie sits on my tongue. I want nothing more than to tell him lots of men have touched me there. That I’m so far from being pure, he might as well apply for an annulment and let me go. But I don’t. I just chew on my lip while his dark eyes stare me down.

“I don’t think anyone has,” he muses. “I think that was a lie to keep Rafe Bianchi away from you.” He must see the truth flickering in my eyes. “I’m not mad that you lied to him, princess. But don’t lie to me. Are you a virgin?”

I swallow thickly, the lie stuck in my throat. “Yes.” The admission is so low, so soft, and it brings a grin to Adrian’s lips.

“So no one has ever made this sweet pussy come, then?”

I can’t even open my mouth to respond. All the oxygen feels like it’s been sucked from the room as my heart gallops in anticipation. I shake my head.

“Good girl,”Adrian purrs, and then he’s tugging on the waistband of my pants, taking them off with my panties in one effective swipe.

Air catches in my lungs as Adrian runs his nose over my exposed pussy, inhaling deeply. Embarrassment floods my cheeks with a shade of red. I’ve never had anyone that close to my sex before, let alonesniffingme.

“What are you-” My words freeze as his tongue runs along my seam.

“I’m giving you your first orgasm. Based on your antics today, I think you’re acting out because you’re not getting enough attention. If you want attention, you can have all of mine. Now, you’re going to come until I’m tired,wife.”

He doesn’t waste another minute, bringing his mouth back to my pussy, licking me over and over again. His tongue swirls over my clit, and I melt into the bed, the feeling sending sparks of electricity through my whole body. I’m ashamed that while my new husband, this man I hate, is between my legs, I’menjoyingit more than I could have imagined. He continues at a quickened pace, building me up and up until I can’t take any more.

“Adrian-” His name is a plea on my lips, but I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop or keep going.

Then, I feel his finger enter a place no one has been. Red heat blankets my body when I hear the wet sounds as his finger moves in and out. But the sensation immediately diminishes any shame. When he curls that single digit, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed, my world breaks apart.

“Adrian!” Involuntarily, his name escapes my lips as I come undone in waves of pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like that, and it leaves me panting on the bed as Adrian pulls his face away from my pussy with a smile.

“I love hearing my name on your lips,wife.Now, let’s do it again.”

“No, I can’t!” I try to pull my exhausted body away from him, but Adrian’s hands hold me down.

“I said, I was going to make you come untilIwas tired. I don’t care if you can’t, wife. Lay down and take what I’m giving you.”

Adrian’s mouth moves back to my pussy, finding my clit and sucking on it harshly. Another finger enters me, the two digits working in and out languidly. He builds me up again, this time with less effort, and when I fall over the edge, I’m screaming for him.

“I love the sound of your moans, princess. How about another time?”

“Please no,” I beg, squirming to get away, but Adrian doesn’t let me go. He restarts his performance, working my body like a finely tuned instrument. My resistance is a distant memory as my body completely gives in to the waves of ecstasy. He does it over and over again, until I’ve come at least five times.

Suddenly, his quip about punishments not hurting makes sense. I’m oversensitive, taking only minutes for him to bring me back to that heightened state. My body is exhausted, and I feel like he can’t possibly make me come one more time. And yet he does. He wrings another orgasm from me as tears leak from myeyes. Finally, he looks up from my spent pussy, a grin etched across his lips, coated in my arousal.

“Good job, princess. I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

There’s not a thought that comes to my brain to respond to him. I’m too exhausted, my pussy satisfied and worn out.

Adrian goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth that he cleans me up with. I don’t even move as he works, and when he crawls into bed and curls my body against his, I let him.

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