Page 66 of Bonds of Obsession

“Better.” His voice drops even lower, rumbling through me. “Look at me while I fuck you with my fingers. Watch me while that greedy pussy gets closer and closer to coming.”

I force my eyes to stay locked on his, even as pleasure builds and threatens to overwhelm me. His fingers are relentless, pushing me toward the edge, but my traitorous mind keeps trying to race ahead.

“Please,” I gasp again, frustrated by my inability to let go completely.

“I know what you need.” His fingers go still and his lips curling into that dangerous smile that makes my pussy clench. “And I’m going to fucking give it to you.”

He moves his free hand from my hair down to my throat, squeezing tight enough to make my eyes go wide as he cuts off my air.

“Listen carefully,” he growls, his fingers in my pussy starting to move until he’s slowly sliding in and out of me again. “You can breathe when you come. Not before. Understand?”

I swallow and squirm as I realize he’s serious. With anyone else, I’d already be kicking and screaming, fighting to regain control.

Not with him.

He knows my body, my needs, and my limits. So I just nod and exhale through my nose as my lungs go empty.

“That’s my good girl.” His thumb flicks my clit, sending a jolt of wet heat straight to my core before he starts massaging it again. “Now, no more fucking thinking. Take what I’m giving you and let go until you come all over my fucking hand.”

His words go straight to that place inside me—the place that wants more than anything to surrender control, to be possessed, to feel nothing but pleasure for as long as he wants to give it to me.

I nod again, my mouth falling open as I struggle to breathe and concentrate on the feelings he’s pulling out of me.

“Tighten your pussy around my hand. That’s it.” His voice is gravelly, filled with a growling possessiveness that makes my walls clench around him. “I want you to come so hard that you pass the fuck out. That you forget everything except for the fact that you’re mine.”

Mine.

The word echoes in my mind, centering me as his fingers bring me closer and closer to the edge. My thoughts blur and mix with the haze of arousal clouding my brain, and my vision narrows to just him.

“Come for me, siren,” he growls, nipping at my neck, my jaw, my shoulder as he peppers the sensitive skin with open-mouthed kisses and bites. “Let go for me. Show me how fucking beautiful you are when you lose control.”

His demand is the final push I need, and my body obeys, my walls clenching around his fingers as I cry out. Killian keeps his hand firmly around my throat, his eyes burning into mine,and I feel myself falling over the edge. All that’s left—all I care about—is him, me, and the blinding, white-hot pleasure that he’s wringing from my body.

I come hard, my pussy clenching and unclenching with each pulse, my walls rippling around his fingers as he keeps plunging them in and out through my orgasm.

And then finally, mercifully, he releases his hold on my throat, allowing sweet oxygen to rush back into my lungs. It’s overwhelming, sending me spiraling into another wave of pure pleasure that makes my legs give out. Killian is right here for me, though, his strong arms wrapping around me and holding me in place as I give myself over to him completely.

I’m still trembling from my orgasm when Killian’s eyes darken with hunger all over again.

“I need to taste you,” he growls, and before I can process his words, he drops to his knees.

My legs are shaking too hard to hold me up, but it doesn’t matter. In one fluid motion, he throws them over his shoulders and surges to his feet, pinning me against the wall. This is what I love about being with him—the way he manhandles me with such precise control, showing me exactly how powerful he is while keeping me completely safe.

“Love tasting you when you’re so fucking wet like this,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Going to make you come again, siren. Want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

I’m still oversensitive from my first orgasm, but I know better than to try to squirm away. Killian takes what he wants, and right now, what he wants is to devour me whole.

His mouth claims me possessively, and I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every stroke of his tongue sends aftershocks of pleasure through my body. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild until I forget my own fucking name.

“That’s it,” he growls between long, hungry laps up and down my folds. “Give me everything. Show me how good it feels when I own this pretty pussy.”

The pure possession in his voice pushes me closer to the edge, making my thighs tremble against his shoulders. That’s what this is really about. Him marking his territory, claiming what’s his. This man who terrifies everyone he meets, who can kill without remorse, who struggles to feel normal human emotions—he’s chosen me.

And god help me, I want to be claimed. Want to be owned. Want to belong to him and Nico and Atlas in every way.

“Mine,” he growls against my skin, the word vibrating up through my core. “Ours. Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall. “All of yours.”

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