Page 81 of Savage Obsession

He chuckles, a dark, sexy sound, and continues his slow exploration. The gown falls to the floor, leaving me clad only in my lace panties and the ring he gave me. He traces the edges of the lace, his fingers teasing, but not yet touching the skin beneath.

“This ring is the only thing I want to see on you.”

His words send a rush of heat through me, and I nod, understanding his desire to see me bare, yet marked as his.

Aithan’s hands move to my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. With a soft tug, he pulls me down to the luxuriously made bed and kneels between my thighs. His breath is warm on my sensitive skin. His fingers trace the elastic of my panties, teasing, torturing me with his slow movements. He kisses my dripping pussy, and the sensation of his lips through the wet lace fabric of my panties has me moaning his name.

I lie on the vast expanse of silk sheets, the soft fabric caressing my bare skin, as Aithan’s eyes devour me. The sun has just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow throughthe open balcony doors of our private villa. The gentle breeze carries the scent of the ocean, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the flowers he had scattered across the bed earlier. My heart races with anticipation, my body is already humming with desire. The engagement ring on my finger sparkles in the fading light, a constant reminder of the promise we’ve made to each other.

Aithan kneels beside the bed, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his intense eyes never leaving mine. He takes my hand, the one adorned with the ring he placed there just moments ago, and presses a soft kiss to my knuckles.

“You’re so responsive, so beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my inner thigh, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Aithan, please…now…” I plead, my voice now desperate.

“Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment.”

He finally pulls off my panties, and his mouth finally finds the spot I crave. His tongue teasing, licking, and sucking, driving me wild with pleasure. I cry out, my body arching, my fingers clutching at the sheets as he explores, his beard scraping my sensitive skin, adding a delicious friction.

“Aithan, I can’t… I need…” I pant, my words incoherent.

Aithan chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound, and finally, he rises, shedding his own clothes with swift efficiency. His body is awork of art, sculpted and powerful, and I drink in the sight of him, my husband, my friend, my lover, my fiancé. His tattoos tell stories of his past, and his eyes burn with an unbridled desire for me.

Aithan joins me on the bed, his body pressing against mine, his erection hard and insistent against my thigh. He captures my lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue dueling with mine, tasting me, claiming me. His hands roam, exploring, touching, branding me with his possession. I open my legs, but he does not position himself where I want him.

“Not yet, my love. I want to feel you, taste you, all of you.”

His mouth trails down my neck, sucking, biting gently, marking me as his. His hands roam, caressing, squeezing, his touch both gentle and demanding. He nips at my earlobe, his teeth scraping, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“You’re mine, Yelena. Only mine.”

“Yes. Yours, always.”

His fingers slip between us, stroking, preparing me; his touch is expert, knowing where to apply pressure and where to be gentle. I moan, my body arching, my breath coming in short pants.

“Aithan, I’m…”

He silences me with a kiss, his tongue plunging deep inside my mouth, as he enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body adjusting to his size, his hardness.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice rough with pleasure and concern.

“Yes, don’t stop.” I whisper, my eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze.

He smiles, a wicked, sexy grin, and begins to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending pleasure spiraling through me. He watches me, his eyes dark with desire, as if memorizing my every reaction, my every expression.

I meet his rhythm, my body moving with his, our breaths synchronizing. The bed creaks with our passion, the silk sheets twisting and tangling around us. The ring on my finger glints in the fading light, a constant reminder of our bond, our promise.

Aithan’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. I match him, my body responding, my pleasure building to an unbearable height.

“I’m close…” I pant, my voice a mere whisper.

“Come for me, my love. Let go.”

His words are the catalyst I need. My body explodes, pleasure rippling through me, my cries filling the room. Aithan follows, his release powerful, his name on my lips as we climax together, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one.

As our breaths slow, and our hearts calm, Aithan collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. He presses a soft kiss on my forehead, his fingers tracing the ring on my finger.

“You are my forever.”

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