Page 28 of His Ruthless Obsession

"You," she breathes, her legs tightening around my waist. "I want you."

I lean in, capturing her mouth again in a searing kiss. My hands explore every inch of her, tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs. She shivers beneath my touch, her body responding to every caress.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, pulling back to admire her. "I want to see all of you."

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Then, with a slow nod, she reaches down and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down her legs. I watch, my breath caught in my throat, as she reveals herself to me completely.

"Perfect," I say, my voice thick with desire. "You're fucking perfect."

Shyly, she bites on her lip and reaches for me, pulling me back to her. I capture her mouth in another kiss, my hands roaming over her naked body, drawing out every gasp and moan. She arches into my touch, her body willing and eager.

"Please," she whispers, her voice a mixture of need and desperation. "Nerio, please."

I love it when she begs. It's a sound that drives me wild, a plea that I can't resist. I press her back against the counter, my mouth trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She shivers and writhes beneath me, her body begging for more.

"Tell me what you want, Jazz," I murmur, my lips hovering just above her nipple. "Tell me, and it's yours."

She lets out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering closed. "I want you," she breathes. "I want you to touch me, to taste me, to make me feel..."

I don't let her finish the sentence. I capture her nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I can feel her heart racing beneath my touch, her body trembling with need.

"You feel amazing," I murmur, my hands sliding down her body, exploring every curve, every secret place. "You taste even better."

She moans, her hips lifting to meet my touch. "Nerio, please," she begs, her voice a whispered plea. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

I smile against her skin, my fingers tracing the edge of her desire. "Oh, little dove," I murmur. "I promise, it'll be worth the wait."

I shift Jazz farther back on the counter, the cold marble stark against her warm skin. Propping myself up on my good side, I bring my mouth to her, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of desire and anticipation. I can feel her tremble beneath my touch, her body already on edge, eager for more.

"Nerio..." Her voice is a soft, desperate plea, her fingers tangling in my hair, trying to guide me where she wants me most.

"Patience," I murmur, my breath hot against her inner thigh. "I'll give you what you need. But first, I want to savor you."

She whimpers, her hips lifting slightly, but I hold her firm, my hands gripping her thighs, keeping her exactly where I want her. I take my time, tracing the line of her with my tongue, exploring every inch of her as if it were sacred ground. She squirms, trying to rush me, but I refuse to be hurried. I want to draw out every moment, every gasp, every shiver.

I want to control her, to command her. To have her beg and surrender to me until she is so consumed with need and pleasure, there is nothing left in her body but what she can give me.

"God, Nerio, please..." Her voice breaks, her body tensing as I circle her clit, never quite giving her what she craves.

"Please what, Jazz?" I tease, my voice a low rumble. "Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want," she snaps, her voice thick with frustration and desire. "Stop tormenting me and just... just do it."

I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her. "Oh, little dove, but you know I love it when you beg."

She growls, a sound that sends a thrill through me. I love pushing her buttons, driving her to the edge of her control. It makes her surrender all the sweeter.

And when I don't move any closer to what she wants, she props up on her elbows to look at me. Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, the anger melts form her face and she looks so fucking sweet as she says, "Please suck my clit, Nerio."

"Fuck," I growl.

I finally give her what she wants, my mouth capturing her clit, sucking gently as my tongue flicks against her. She cries out, her body arching, her hands gripping my hair so tight it's almost painful. But I don't care. I want her wild, uninhibited. I want her to lose herself completely in the pleasure I give her.

"Yes," she hisses, her hips moving in rhythm with my mouth. "God, yes, Nerio. Just like that."

I don't let up, my tongue and lips working her, driving her higher and higher. I can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She's close, so close. I double down, my mouth relentless, my hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as I feast on her.

"Nerio, I'm going to... I can't..." Her words dissolve into a moan, her body shaking as she comes undone beneath my touch.

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