Page 43 of Their Obsession

His hands drop, as does my blade. He lifts me, cupping my ass below my dress, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. The rough bark scrapes the exposed flesh of my back causing me to arch further into Dom. I can feel the hardness of his cock begging to be released from his jeans. He moves his knife to my chest. A bead of blood pools on the peak of my breast before dripping down my chest and stomach, staining the fallen fabric of my dress. A rumbling growl vibrates from his chest as he no doubt watches the blood staining me.We’ve been here before.

“You saved me, and I vowed to always save you in return. You claimed me that day as yours.” He lifts the bottom of the mask slightly, just enough to expose his mouth. He brings his head down, licking the trail of blood from my chest before sinking his teeth into the crook of my neck. He bites and sucks until there’s no doubt he’ll leave a mark. My hips writhe against him, my peaked nipples rubbing against the stiff fabric of his sweatshirt, my body everything he’s giving me and more. “And I claimed you as mine.”

He spins us around, throwing me to the ground on my hands and knees. I can hear the sound of his belt buckle behind me.And then I feel him kneel at my back. His hand lands on my hip, his other around my throat as he pulls me backwards. My back hits his chest.

He whispers through the mask against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, “And I’m ready to remind you who you belong to.”

TWENTY-FIVE

DMITRI

As soon as I heard Lilly had disappeared, I knew she’d gone back to the woods. I’ve pushed her a lot lately, arguably too far. But I need her to confront the past so we can move forwardtogether. She deserves that. Noah deserves that.

Noah. I sent him to look through the places of her present life in order to keep him busy. He can’t be here right now; he can’t see our darkness. My little Lilly is a complex creature. She needs the dark with the light. I will always feed her darkness. Through blood and mud and fire—I’d walk through it all for her. But she needs light too. She needs Noah. She needs us both. And I’mmore than happy to oblige.

Soft streaks of moonlight filter through the intersecting branches above, bathing her in an evening glow. Her beautiful breasts are heaving; the peaked tips are stiff and begging for attention. I grind my length against her ass, letting her feel what she does to me; how wild and unhinged she makes me feel. The little white dress she’s wearing is crisp and virginal—a reminder that she always has been and always will be mine.

My fingers dig possessively into her flesh as I cling to her, afraid that if I let her go she’ll disappear again. She’s been running for so long. That shit ends now.

She’s a panting mess of desperation as I lean down and whisper against the shell of her ear, “And I’m ready to remind you who you belong to.”

My breath is warm against the confines of the mask. It’s annoying. I can’t see well, can’t breathe well, and it’s hot as fuck. But I know it turns her on. I know her better than anyone, even herself. I figured out early on how badly she needed the thrill of the hunt. The mask has always turned her to putty in my hands. Even through the thick plastic I can smell her. Her sweet fruity scent causes my cock to twitch in my pants.

“Please,” she whines as she grinds her plump cheeks back against my hard length. She can’t resist me. No matter how hard she tries to play good girl, she will always be my depraved little killer.

“Please what?” I ask as my hand slides beneath the ruined fabric of her pretty little dress.

She never wears shit like this. I’m not complaining though, it allows me easy access to her. My fingers slide up the length of her thighs. She shivers beneath me, and the feeling of her vulnerable and needy in my hands has me coursing with desire. My fingers swiftly pull the thin fabric of her thong to the side.

“Say it,” I demand as I use my knee to push her legs furtherapart. The cold air must be torturous against her drenched folds, but I won’t touch her, won’t give her what she needs until she asks for it. “Beg me to touch you,Moy Klubnika.”

She rolls her hips and mewls. But I won’t give in.

“Please,” she finally huffs out. “Please, Dom. I need you to touch me.”

“Good girl,” I growl before diving in. My fingers roll against her dripping core, and she moans in delight. Her back bows as she pushes her beautiful breasts out. Her dusty pink nipples are desperate for attention. “So wet for me, princess. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she agrees as I bring her right up to the edge with skillful strumming of her needy clit. “Please,” she begs as her pussy begins to pulse.

And then I pull away. I shove her down. Her hands instinctively fly out to catch herself before she falls.

“What the fuck?” My girl seethes as she looks back at me over her shoulder.

I don’t answer her. There’s a scowl painted across her face that’s exactly the type of fire I want to see painted on her face. Without a beat, I undo my belt and lower my zipper. Her eyes fall to my hands and her tongue darts out to lick her lower lip.

“Are you desperate for my dick?” I ask her as I pull down my pants and briefs.

My throbbing cock springs free. The head is leaking in anticipation of sinking into her tight cunt. She nods and begins rolling her ass in anticipation.

“Come show me,” I tell her as I pump myself slowly. I squeeze the tip, willing myself to calm down. “Ride my cock, pretty girl.”

She rises back up to her knees, and I place my fingers on her again. One of my hands wraps around her throat, the other guides her hips back towards me. Slowly, she sinks down onto me, the crown of my cock pressing against her entrance. Her walls stretch slowly around my length.

“Fuck, Dom,” she whines on a moan.

“You can take it,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I guide her further down my cock slowly. Her pussy is so tight, so warm. “You were made to be mine.”

She moans and mewls as she sinks lower and lower until I’m buried to the hilt in her warmth. Once seated, she takes a moment to catch her breath. I give her a moment, but just a moment, because I can’t hold back any longer.

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