Page 63 of Savage Obsession

Aithan's eyes darken with a hunger that mirrors my own.

He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that starts off tenderly but quickly escalates into something wilder. His mouth moves with purpose, devouring me, claiming me as his own. I respond eagerly, my hands tangling in his damp hair, pulling him closer.

His kiss was like a storm, sweeping me away in a torrent of passion. I can taste the mint from his toothpaste, mixed with the heady flavor that was uniquely Aithan. His tongue dances with mine, a sensual battle for dominance that leaves me breathless.

As the kiss deepens, his hand travels down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before boldly grasping my bum, pulling me closer. I feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against my hip, and I moan into his mouth, my body arching towards him.

Breaking the kiss, Aithan trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. I tilt my head back, offering myself to him, my hands now exploring his broad shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his smooth skin.

“You drive me wild. I can't wait any longer.”

With that, he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he lays me back down on the bed. I feel his hardness against my core, a delicious pressure that makes me ache for him.

Aithan's hands roam my body, his touch both reverent and demanding. He cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I arch into his touch, my back bowing off the bed as I surrender to the sensations he evokes.

“You like that, don't you, my beautiful Yelena? You like it when I touch you here.”

I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he continues to tease and please me. His fingers find the sensitive spot between my thighs, and he gently strokes it, eliciting a soft moan from deep within my throat.

“Please, Aithan. I need you inside me.”

He chuckles darkly; the sound sending a thrill through me.

“As you wish, my love.”

With that, he positions himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel the broad head of his cock pressing against my wetness, and I bite my lip, anticipation and pleasure warring within me.

In one smooth motion, Aithan thrust forward, filling me completely. I cry out, my body welcoming him, the sensation of being stretched and filled overwhelming me. He pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“You feel so good. So tight around me.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on.

“Yes, Aithan. Please don't hold back.”

He obliges, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I match his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving as one, a primal dance of desire.

Aithan's lips find mine again, his kiss fierce and demanding, mirroring the passion of our lovemaking. I taste the salt of his skin, the tang of our desire, as our tongues duel, each claiming ownership of the other.

As our passion intensifies, Aithan's hands grip my hips, guiding me to meet his powerful thrusts. I can feel his control slipping, his primal side emerging as he pounded into me, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

“I can't... I can't hold on much longer.”

His eyes meet mine, a silent communication passing between us. Then, with a final, powerful thrust, he surrenders to the pleasure, his body tensing as he fills me with his release, a hot rush of sensation that sends me spiraling into my own orgasm.

I cry out, my body convulsing around him, waves of pleasure washing over me. Aithan's name is a mantra on my lips as I cling to him, our hearts pounding in unison.

As our shared climax subsides, Aithan collapses onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. I turn towards him, my hand reaching out to trace the strong lines of his face.

“That was incredible.”

“You are incredible, Yelena. And guess what?”

“What?”

“You are all mine.”

We lay still, our bodies entwined, the air heavy with the aftermath of our passion. Aithan's hand rests on my hip, his thumb absently stroking my skin, a silent promise of more to come.

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