Page 29 of Savage Obsession

I begin to move slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. I want to see her, to watch her face as I bring her pleasure.

Her eyes grow heavy, and her lips part as she pants in ecstasy, her body moving in rhythm with mine.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. Her moans fuel my movement, and I increase my pace. My thrusts become harder and deeper as I seek to drive her over the edge once more.

Yelena's hands grab a fistful of her sheets, her body arching off the bed to meet my strokes.

I feel her tightening around me again, her pussy clutching at my cock as she soars towards another climax.

“That's it,ómorfo korítsi mou. Come for me again."

Her release hit her like a wave, her body trembling as she cries out again, her nails digging into my back.

I feel her pussy pulsate around me, milking my cock, and I submit to my own pleasure, filling her with my seed once more.

As our hearts race and our bodies tremble, I collapse onto the bed beside her, pulling her close, our sweat-slicked bodies entwined.

I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her neck, my lips brushing her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses.

“You're incredible, Yelena, and I can’t get enough of you.”

She gives me a satisfied smile and traces patterns on my chest with her fingertips. We lay there, in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, our bodies sated but our desire for each other still burning brightly.

I knew in that moment that this was just the beginning, that Yelena Makarov had somehow managed to unlock a part of me I'd kept hidden, and I couldn't wait to explore what the future held for us.

15

Yelena

The air in the room is thick with the aftermath of what just happened. My body is pressed against Aithan’s. My legs weak from exhaustion, and my breath coming in shallow bursts. My skin is damp with sweat, my thighs aching from being wrapped around Aithan’s waist for so long. I can still feel the imprint of his hands on my hips, the bruising grip that held me steady while he claimed me, again and again.

The cool silk of the sheets clings to my bare skin as I lie motionless, my breath still erratic. Aithan's weight beside me is a solid reminder of the storm that just passed between us—the kind that tears down walls and leaves vulnerability in its wake. My heart thumps against my ribs, and I feel each beat as a question, echoing the intensity we never should have reached.

My mind spins as I try to process everything. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Or was it?

I had convinced myself that what happened between us in New York was nothing but an accident—an unfortunate slip fueled by lust, alcohol, and reckless decisions. A one-off, a fluke that would not repeat itself. After all, lightning, they say, does not strike twice in the same place.

But it did.

And it didn’t just strike twice—it hit with a force so powerful, so consuming, that I don’t even remember how we went from arguing about his alleged affair to me begging him to take me, right there against the wall.

I had barely managed to get the words out—demanding to know if he was sleeping with another woman—before his lips crashed into mine. And just like that, I had forgotten everything. Every ounce of anger, every speck of resistance, every shred of control had melted under the fire of his touch.

I close my eyes, feeling annoyed with myself.

Tears threaten to spill, but I blink them away, swallowing down the lump in my throat. I refuse to cry over this. Not with how much I enjoyed the way he made my body feel.

Aithan shifts beside me, his body still pressed close, the heat of his skin radiating against mine. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, and I steel myself before speaking.

“Please make sure to have my door fixed by morning.” My voice is steady, but my insides feel anything but.

Aithan stills for a moment, then exhales a quiet chuckle. He tightens his grip around my waist before I can move away. “The door will be fixed, but not because of you.”

“Hmm?”

“Because you are moving into my room.” His voice is deep, laced with something dark and possessive.

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