Page 89 of Unholy Obsession

“Oh!” I cry and then can’t manage words as my pussy flutters with pleasure that bites straight up to my belly. My other hand scrabbles somewhere at the fabric of Bane’s shoulder, pulling his mouth deeper into me.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohshit.

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I don’t have sound.

My fingertips are too busy lighting up with pulsing fire.

My chest convulses with the orgasm I didn’t even realize was already building, now racing up and down my spine.

Motherfucker,how does that feel so goddamnedgood?

I drop his shoulder to brace myself back on the altar while my hips buck up into his perfect, slurping, magical mouth.

I keep one hand fisted in his hair, though, and thank god I’m holding on to something because he takes me right back up to the peak almost as soon as I’ve come down from the last one.

I screech some sort of animal noise because,Oh! Now my goddamn spine is lit up. Good god, it’s busting out the top of my scalp this time.

Coherent thought blanks out for a minute as I wrap my legs around his head and hump the man’s damn face. He only eats more voraciously. Motorboating my pussy one second. Then the next, licking deep inside my cunt so, so deeply with his wicked tongue.

“Oh, God!” I scream, coming harder than any of the previous warm-ups, hips shuddering violently against Bane’s face.

THIRTY-FIVE

BANE

She fucks my face,and goddamnit, I love the shameless way she uses me. Yes. This. This is how it should be.

I smother my face in her cunt. I can’t remember the last time I took a breath. My lungs are burning.

I don’t fucking care. I don’t deserve to breathe. She just keeps coming, and all I want in the world is to lose myself in this perfect pussy.

I dive deeper, nose absolutely buried in her cunt.

It’s only her nails digging into my scalp as she drags my head backward that has me relenting and finally taking a breath.

Even then, it’s only when she demands, “Breathe,” that I fully fill my lungs with life-giving air. But eating the sweet fruit of her cunt hardly feels like punishment at all.

“Smother me,” I growl. “Punish me. I deserve to be punished.”

She glares down at me. “Didn’t you just get your absolution?”

I rise on my knees, grabbing her thighs.

“It’s not enough.” I lick my bottom lip to get just a little more taste of her, and I fucking love the way her eyes flare as she watches my tongue.

Something inside me cracks.

No,shatters.

Like a glacier breaking free, crashing adrift into the sea with a force too powerful to stop.

“It’s not enough,” I rasp, my fingers tightening around her thighs like they’re the only thing tethering me to this world. “I never pay any consequences. I always get off scot-free.”

My voice breaks, and shame drags my gaze to the floor. I swallow hard, but it doesn’t stop the confession from clawing its way up my throat.

“I almost killed a man.” The words scrape out of me, raw and bitter. I force myself to look up and meet her eyes because I deserve to see the disgust that should be there. “And what happened? Nothing. I got to walk away and start over. Like always.”

I let out a breathless, humorless laugh. “It’s bullshit. My father made every consequence disappear before I could ever feel it. Soplease.” I hear the desperation in my own voice and hate myself for it.

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