Page 27 of Savage Obsession

Her breath hitches, but she squares her shoulders, feigning nonchalance. "It’s none of your concern."

I lift the dildo to my nose and take a slow, deliberate sniff.

Yelena gasps. "Are you insane? What the fuck are you sniffing a dildo for?"

I smirk, my control hanging by a damn thread. "It doesn’t smell like you."

"Meaning?" she whispers, her hands clenching into fists.

I tilt my head, walking toward her, closing the distance between us. "I know what you smell like, Yelena. And more than that, I know what you taste like. And this? This isn’t you."

She takes a step back, her bravado slipping, her pulse visibly beating at the base of her throat. "You truly are insane."

I stalk her with measured steps until she’s forced to retreat. Her back presses against the wall, her escape route gone.

"You don’t need that wimpy plastic when my body is burning to consume you," I rasp, placing both hands against the wall, caging her in.

Her breath is shallow, her chest rising and falling in quick succession. I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, the way her lips part slightly, as if already anticipating my next move.

Her defiance is intoxicating, but so is the way her body betrays her.

She looks up at me, and when our eyes meet, something primal takes hold. An invisible thread pulls us closer. I can feel the heat radiating off her, her scent filling my lungs, feeding the hunger I’ve been suppressing since our wedding night.

I lower my head, watching the way she trembles slightly, but she doesn’t push me away. If anything, she leans into me, like a moth to a flame.

I brush my lips against hers, testing, teasing. Her breath catches, and that’s all it takes. The control I’ve been clinging to shatters.

I crash my mouth against hers, swallowing the sound of her surprised gasp. My hands find her waist, gripping her hips as I pull her flesh against me, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.

Yelena doesn’t fight me. No, she melts, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pullingme impossibly closer. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I groan against her lips, deepening the kiss.

This is what I’ve been holding back from.

This is what I’ve been starving for.

My hands slide down, gripping the backs of her thighs. With a growl, I lift her off the ground, pressing her fully against the wall. She gasps into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I take the opportunity to devour her deeper, tasting every moan, every gasp, every desperate breath she gives me.

I grind into her, letting her feel the full weight of my erection. Her head tilts back against the wall, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy.

“Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you.” She gasps. But I want to hear my name on her lips.

“Say my name.”

I see her struggle and then shake her head. “No.”

“Yes, you will,” I promise her. “I will fuck it out of you.”

I press my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged. "Tell me, Yelena. Tell me you want this."

She hesitates, and for a moment, I think she might push me away.

But then, her fingers trail down my chest, slow, deliberate. "What if I do?"

I let out a low chuckle, my lips brushing against her jaw. "Then you better hold on tight,agápi mou. Because once I have you, I’m never letting go."

“Then take me.”

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