Page 133 of Unholy Obsession

That’s all the permission I need.

She leaps, wrapping her legs around me, and I catch her effortlessly, slamming her back against the door. One hand grips her ass while the other rips at my belt, my pants, freeing my cock just enough to thrust inside her in one brutal stroke.

She cries out, nails digging into my back, and I swear, Heaven and Hell collide inside me. She’s so tight, so wet, squeezing me like she never wants to let me go.

She moves to take control, but I growl, slamming her harder against the wood, gripping her hips tight. Making her take every inch just the way I want her to.

She gasps, shudders, and then?—

She slaps me again.

Something snaps inside me. I lose every ounce of restraint.

I tear her dress open, baring her breasts, and take one in my mouth, biting the hard tip of her nipple just enough to make her jolt.

She clenches around me, her orgasm ripping through her as she wails my name, her juices drenching my cock, my balls, the scent of her pleasure thick and intoxicating.

That’stwo.

And I’m still not done.

I lift her off the door and carry her to the kitchen, setting her on the counter. I need to see her. I need her to look me in the eyes when I ruin her again.

I slow my thrusts, grinding deep, rolling against her clit, never looking away.

“You’re my wife,” I whisper, my voice gravel and devotion.

She flinches, shaking her head.

“I want to worship you like this every night,” I murmur, dragging my lips up her throat, sucking a bruise into her skin. “Every day.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. “This was a mistake.”

I cup her jaw, forcing her to face me, to meet my eyes. “No, it wasn’t.”

She swallows hard, and for a moment, I see it—the part of her that still belongs to me. That always will.

She just hasn’t accepted it yet.

But she will.

Because Moira ismine.

She tries to wiggle off my cock, but I just start thrusting deeper, hitting that spot I know she can’t resist.

Her head falls back, ecstasy contorting her features. I swear she mouths,not fair.

Then her hips lift, responding without thought, eyes locking onto mine, full of conflict. Full of what I’m terrified of is a goodbye.

I grab her hips and kiss her furiously, wanting to trap her, to keep her locked away where only I can have her.

But she pulls back, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, ever the wild thing.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I wrap my arms around her, and I come.

One heartbeat. Another spasm.

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