Page 48 of Red Obsession

“What are you going to do?”

“Kill them. They’ve touched something that’s mine, and I don’t play well with others.” Dragging my eyes down her body, taking in every curve, the white and pink stretch marks covering her hips and thighs. The carvings along her lower stomach, on top of each other. Soon my name will cover them. She’s not going to escape me.

Dropping down her body, I grab her thighs and push them to her chest.

“Zi—” Her words die as I swipe my tongue through her folds. I don’t give her time to try and stop me. I lap her clit, sucking her into my mouth. Her hands grip the strands of my hair, pulling me into her. Lifting her hips she thrusts against my mouth, my tongue working her hole. I’m addicted to her taste, to the smell of her cunt.

“Your taste, god damn your fucking taste.” I groan into her, my tongue flattening, licking her from ass to pussy. Biting her clit, Izel hisses but doesn’t say anything, and that’s a green light for me. Shoving two fingers into her pussy, I curl them and press.

“ZION!” Izel screams, her hands gripping my shoulders.

“Fuck, I love you screaming my name,” I mutter. Kissing her sex once more, I trail my lips along her stomach, licking her nipple before I’m moving onto her neck. Izel moans trying to press her body against me. Switching between kissing and sucking on her neck, I pull her hair a little tighter before sinking my teeth into the part where her shoulder and neck meet. Izel screams as she cums, her juices soaking my hand.

“Safe word, Izel,” I growl, not letting up on her.

“I don’t need one,” she pants.

I ease back, looking into her eyes, curious if she is lying or truly believes she doesn’t need a safe word. And from the pure desire in her eyes, she’s telling the truth, and that is dangerous.

“I’m going to ruin you,” I mumble before slamming my lips over hers. My finger works her over, and Izel moans into my mouth. Shoving my tongue into her mouth, we're a mess and everything feels like my body ignites.

“Please,” she begs.

“Please what, Red?” I taunt, pulling my fingers from her body. I ease back letting go of her hair. Izel looks like a mess sprawled out on the floor, but I want to make her dirtier, to completely ruin her.

“Don’t stop touching me.” Grabbing the back of my neck, she drags me down. “Please, touch me. Mark me, do anything, just don’t stop.”

Who the fuck is this girl?

I groan, unable to stop myself. I grab the back of her thighs, lifting us up, and I turn, tossing her onto the bed. Izel gasps, pushing up onto her elbows watching me. Grabbing the end of my shirt, I toss it off to the side and unzip my pants. I can feel her eyes on me the entire time. And for the first time I don’t mind. I actually like it. I want her eyes on me, to never look away.

“Spread your legs,” I order. She doesn’t disappoint either. Doing as I tell her, she spreads her legs far apart so I get the perfect view of what’s mine. “Good girl.”

Izel smiles and moans.

“Hmm,” I hum slowly, bending down. “So, my girl likes to be praised.” I blow on her pussy, and her breath hitches. I smack her hands away as she tries to grab for my head. “I don’t think so.”

My mouth hovers over her clit, watering at wanting another taste. I could get drunk from her taste. I want to bathe in her juices.

Done with teasing her, I latch my mouth around her clit and nearly cum on the spot when she wraps her legs around my head. Her heels dig into my shoulders. I can’t help myself gripping her thighs. Instead of pulling her thighs away from my head, I press them harder. Wanting her to drown me.

“Ho-holy… Zion,” she stutters out.

Plunging my tongue into her hole, I make a mess. Her juices flood my mouth, her hands gripping my hair, yanking with her strength.

“Does this change things between us?” I ask her the same question she asked me.

“W-what?”

“Tell me something, Izel.” Crawling up her body, I trail kisses along her thick thighs, her soft belly, to her round full breasts. “Do you think I let just anyone see me, touch me?”

“I haven’t touched you,” Izel shoots back.

Without thinking, I flip us around so she’s straddling my hips. I grab her wrist pulling her forward until her hands rest against my chest. “Touch me,” I find myself almost begging.

I don’t think I realized how deprived I have been from physical touch, and now that Izel is giving me this small inch, I’m apparently taking a fucking mile.

“I can see your tattoos,” Izel murmurs. Dropping her wrist, her fingers spread out through my chest hair. “Oh, you have hair here.”

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