Page 72 of Brutal Obsession

I nod.

We’re both breathless, our foreheads snug together. His eyelashes brush my lids. Right now, I think I’d suck poison off his tongue if he wanted me to.

“I want you.So much.” I touch my lips to his before his hand tightens in my hair, tugging my head back.

“Turn around.” His hooded gaze and commanding tongue entrance me.

I obey, turning away from him, marveling at the sensation, the line of his body against my back.

Ugh,I love him.

Not like that! I just mean his body is like nature to me. The highest form of beauty. The kind of amazing anyone would want to get lost in, an engages-every-sense kind of awe-inspiring wonderful. The same way I want to make a snow angel or jumpinto a pile of autumn leaves or have the smell of blooming wildflowers in my nose in spring or splay out on the beach in summer.

That’s the way I want Cian. On a cellular level. I want him, and it is the most natural hunger I’ve ever experienced for anyone.

Oh, god, I’m in so much trouble.

For a few marvelous moments, Cian snacks on my neck, his perfect teeth scraping and grazing my sensitive skin.

“Yes…” I breathe hard while his upright cock slides between my ass cheeks, the crown nudging my back door just enough to pulse both fear and excitement through my veins.

Thankfully, Cian isn’t planning any backdoor action at the moment. Instead, he grabs both cheeks and guides his cock between the crease with greater intention. The sensation drives me wild. “Yes.”

Cian rumbles at me in response, rough and guttural, like the noise originated in a bear’s chest.

Self-consciousness seeps into my mind.

It’s not that I’m a sexual novice. Not exactly. It’s just that Cian isso much moreexperienced. I want to be able to do everything to him he does to me, but I lack the knowledge.

Though, in this case, I think any dick-lacking human would be at a disadvantage.

Cian moves on to my breasts, palming them with his free hand. In the past, my boobs weren’t all that sensitive, but maybe that’s because Cian was never there to sensitize them.

The way he kneads and rubs them like they’re a playground for his fingers? I’m struggling not to combust.

He plucks my right nipple while he bites down on my neck. My clit mayburst,so much blood rushes to it. I fold one of my arms backward so my fingertips can dig into his shoulder while my other hand balances against Cian’s monstrous right quad.

“I love these tits.” The heat of his breath sears my neck, sending a tremor down my spine.

These tits love you,I am incapable of saying in reply.

Cian fondles me, and when he’s done with my tits, they tingle, my nipples hard as fucking stone. My breasts feel used in the best way possible.

I already know I want them in his mouth before the night’s out.

Cian’s massive hand has migrated north from my chest to balance over my collarbones. Kissing up my neck all the way to my ear, Cian pulls my head aside. “Yes,” I gasp as his teeth sink into the lobe.

He growls at me again. “Hands on the wall.”

My body flexes with anticipation as I press my palms flat to the cerulean tiles. Cian’s hands find the bend in my waist. Despite our height difference, he somehow aligns our lower halves, nudging the head of his cock against my pulsing seam.

“Oh, fuck.” My whisper comes off as more of a prayer.

Liquid enthusiasm drips with the water down my thighs.

I can’t believe I’m literally holding my ass out to him, offering my body to Cian Mahoney like a sacrifice.

So much is happening inside my body at once, I think I might die.

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