Page 131 of My Sweetest Obsession
My hips moved wildly, driven by an uncontrollable urge to possess her. I plunged into her again and again, my body demanding a release.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I’m coming,” I growled, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I blew my load inside her.
Her body quivered beneath me, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, riding out her orgasm.
I groaned against her shoulder and kissed her lips, but this time, it was sensual and soft. I was in love with this fucking girl.
I was wrong—I didn’t own her.
She ownedme.
I gently picked Gigi up off the piano, cradling her against me as I ascended the stairs to our bedroom. Her eyes, hooded with pleasure and contentment, met mine, and I offered her a true, genuine smile that was reserved for her.
Demon sat outside my door and whined softly at the sight of a nearly comatose Gigi in my arms. I reassured him with a calm smile and a quiet, “She’s okay, boy. Just thoroughly fucked.”
That earned me a grunt, and he resumed guarding the door. I shut it with my foot and laid her on my bed.
I undressed until only my briefs remained.
I grasped the edge of her nightgown, slowly lifting it, my breath catching at the sight of her body, exposed and beautifuldespite the scars. I slid the gown over her head and let it fall carelessly to the floor, my eyes never leaving hers.
My dick hardened at the sight. She was my own brand of candy—my sweetest obsession, a sweet addiction that I couldn't get enough of. Sliding my fingers into the waistband of my briefs, I lowered them and kicked them aside, and joined her on the bed.
I could feel the warmth of her body, the dampness of her desire, as I climbed atop her. I placed soft kisses between her breasts, my lips brushing her skin. I licked a path up to her collarbone, savoring the taste of her. She shuddered beneath me, her hands threading through my hair, guiding me to look up at her. The smile she gave me seared through to my heart.
“I love you,” she whispered. “And I know why you did what you did. It just shows how much you love me, or how truly obsessed you are with me.”
“A devil is driven by obsession,” I replied. “Do you forgive me?”
“Do you deserve to be forgiven?”
I nodded slowly, the admission clawing at my insides. “I want to be deserving of you, but I’m fucking terrified,” I confessed, the words spilling from me.
“What are you scared of?”
“Terrified of losing you. But you have to believe that I’d willingly burn in hell for you and never regret a moment of the torture.”
She tilted her head. “Do you honestly believe that kind of love is worth it?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, pressing my lips against her pulse point, feeling the thrum of her heartbeat beneath my mouth. “Or maybe I’ve been starving for an angel’s light, all while terrified I’ll drain the life from you.”
“What if I want you to take my light?” she replied, her words striking me like a bolt of lightning. I pulled back, searching her face for some sign of doubt, but all I found was a fierce determination, an excitement dancing in her eyes as if she longed to swim in my darkness. But the thought of her drowning in it sent a chill through me. I was afraid—afraid I wouldn’t be able to pull her back from falling into the bottomless pit.
“Do you understand what you’re saying, Angel?” I asked.
Her eyes held mine, unwavering. “Yes. Ever since I met you, your darkness is the only way to feel alive.”
My heart tightened, her confession anchoring me in a storm of conflicting emotions. “Then you should know,” I murmured, “that the devil’s love comes with a sacrifice.”
Gigi leaned in, her breath warm against my skin, and pressed her lips to mine. It was a kiss infused with both love and acceptance. “I know. That’s why my heart beats only for you, held safe within your hands, and my soul finds its home within you.”
“I never meant to hurt, Angel. You have to know that.”
“I do know,” she countered, her tone resolute. “I’ve felt the demons that live inside you, and the regret you carry for what’s happened to me. But love—real love—is about giving yourself over, even when it terrifies you. Nico, I want to be the light that brings peace to your chaos.”
This wasn’t just a declaration; it was a vow, a promise to stand by me and accept my demons as if they were her own. But I wouldn’t let her make that sacrifice.
“Gigi…” I started, but she placed a finger against my lips, silencing me.
