Page 178 of Unholy Obsession

Mine.

I dive in without preamble or gentleness. I devour her like a starving man, my tongue flat against her clit, my hands gripping her thighs to keep them spread wide. She cries out, back arching, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Bane—fuck?—”

I growl against her, the vibration making her gasp. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue against it as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her?—

“Oh my god?—”

There.

She comes apart on my tongue, her thighs trembling and her cries echoing off the walls. I don’t stop. I keep going, relentless, dragging her through one orgasm straight into another. She writhes above me, her hands alternating between pushing me away and pulling me closer.

“Too much,” she gasps, voice broken. “Bane, I can’t?—”

I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips slick with her arousal.

“You can.” My voice is dark, commanding. “And you will. Because I say so.”

Her pupils dilate even further. She swallows hard, then nods, surrendering.

I dive back in, adding a third finger, stretching her, preparing her. By the time I rise to my feet, she’s a trembling, incoherent mess. Her skin flushed. Her eyes glazed with lust.

Perfect.

I shed the rest of my clothes, never taking my eyes off her. When I’m naked, I step between her legs again, sliding my cock through her wetness, teasing just the head of my cock at her entrance.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, voice rough.

Her gaze locks with mine, clear and certain despite the haze of pleasure. “I’m yours.” She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me closer. “I’ve always been yours.”

I thrust into her in one swift, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation. She’s tight, so fucking tight. Like her body has forgotten the shape of me.

I’ll remind it.

I set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and deep. The desk creaks beneath us. She clings to me, nails now digging into my shoulders, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly. I want to be marked by her. I want everyone to know I belong to this woman just as much as she belongs to me.

“I love you,” I growl into her neck. “I fucking love you, Moira.”

She gasps, clenching around me. “I love you too. God, Bane, I love you.”

The words send me over the edge. I come with a shout, emptying myself inside her, marking her in the most primal way possible. She follows a heartbeat later, her body arching against mine, her cunt milking every last drop from me.

We collapse together, sweat-slick and panting. I cradle her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin.

Her breath is warm against my skin and for the first time in weeks, I feel whole.

I carry her to the leather sofa in the corner, settling her in my lap. She curls against me, boneless and sated, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest.

“I thought I’d never have this again,” she murmurs. “You. Us.”

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “There will always be us.”

She shifts, looking up at me with those eyes that have haunted my dreams. “Even with everything changing? You inheriting all this?” She gestures vaguely at the opulent room. “Me being... different now?”

I brush my thumb across her cheekbone. “The money doesn’t change anything. We’ll use it to do good. To build something better than my father ever could. And as for you being different...” I tilt her chin up, making sure she’s looking me in the eyes when I say this. “You’re still Moira. Still the woman whochallenges me, who drives me fucking crazy, who makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. The core of who you are hasn’t changed.”

She bites her lip. “But what if... what if the meds dull everything too much? What if I’m never as fun or exciting as I was before?”

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