Page 23 of Depths of Obsession
“I don’t care what they are. I’m willing to live with them. I just want to spend the next few hours fucking you.”
I am helpless against her. “Pippa, once I have you, I won’t let you go. You will be mine… Permanently.”
“Then you can keep mepermanentlysafe,” she says as she runs her hands over my thighs.
I breathe in her scent, and I know I’m lost. “Chances are excellent that you will regret this,” I say as I wrap one arm around her hips, pulling her back against my hard cock, while my other hand grabs her neck. Her breath quickens as I squeeze her neck slightly.
“Doubtful,” she murmurs as she tilts her head back.
“Have you ever been fucked with a dildo?” My hand on her hip strays to her pussy and I tighten my grip on her throat. “We can do that, if you prefer. I promise to make it good for you.”
Her hips rock just a bit, enough to make my fingers crest her slit. I curl my hand, adding enough pressure to make her moan. The idea of drilling her with a vibrator while fucking her ass with my fingers hardens my cock to the point of pain. I’ll make it hurt so good for both of us.
“I…” she started breathlessly, as if considering. “That seems cold, and what I need is heat. Your heat, Luca.” She leaned against me, and although I didn’t move my hand from her cunt, I was relieved she didn’t want to go that route. I wanted to be buried deep in her when she comes.
I skim my nose along the column of her throat, breathing her in. Her neck smells of lavender, and the spice of her desire rises, tickling my senses. It’s accompanied by a tang of fear which only adds to my arousal. The urge to taste her blood is overwhelming and my gums prickle with the need for my fangs to drop. Fighting is useless. I am powerless to stop myself. I nip her ear as I squeeze her throat a little more. She lets out a moan when I tap her clit, then rub her slit.
“Has anyone ever choked you?” I ask.
“N-no,” she murmurs and grips my thighs with her hands.
I increase the pressure ever so slightly on her neck while I move up to cup one breast and squeeze. “Do you like it rough?”
“I d-don’t know.”
“You’re about to find out,” I say as I kiss her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Promise me, little one, that if it’s too much for you, if you’re scared and need me to stop, you have to tell me.” I squeeze her breast again. “Promise me.”
“I-I promise.”
I rain kisses down her neck as I keep rubbing her breast. “How about a safe word? A word that says you’re scared and want to stop.”
She rubs her ass against my cock, and I am finding it hard to focus, to keep control.
“Snowman.”
“What?”
“That’s my word,” she says. “Snowman.”
I smile and I know my fangs are growing but thankfully she can’t see them. “Snowman,” I repeat. “Make sure you use it if you get too scared.”
“I will… But I won’t.” She stops touching me and instead she slips her tank over her head and drops it to the floor.
I curse as I cup her breast and then pinch her nipple. She moans and rubs against me. I unzip my pants, bringing out my cock and rub my hard shaft into the cleft of her ass. "Do you like feeling me against you? You'll love it when I fuck your pretty little ass and make you come so hard." Her heart rate ticks up and her breathing changes again. Adrenaline has kicked in. She’s scared.
My hand travels up to her belly before squeezing one of her breasts. "Nervous? Does the thought of me buried in your ass make you nervous?" God knows it makes me horny as hell. I revel in the power I have over her; it makes me rock hard. I nip her shoulder, wishing I could taste her blood. "No need to be nervous, little one. I promise you'll have fun."
With one hand still on her neck, I massage and tease her breasts one at a time, keeping pressure on her neck, taking in her softness and scent. My desire for her intensifies; there's something about Pippa that calls to me on a primal level. It's almost as if there's magic in her blood, but I know she's human.
I kiss and lick her neck and shoulders, then bring both hands to play with her nipples. She moans softly and reaches back to grab my thighs, grinding her sweet ass against my cock. "My little one," I growl, already smelling her musky scent and knowing she is wet for me. "Should I touch you and see just how wet you are?"
I spin her around and press her against the door, relishing the shiver that runs through her. She takes a deep breath as I claim her mouth, kissing her fiercely and passionately. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck as I press her against the door. This moment has an intensity I have never felt before, like we were forged out of the same piece of iron and only now after all this time come back together.
My hand travels from her hip to her thigh, then back up along the inside of her leg. I place my other hand on her throat and squeeze gently. "I love the way you feel," I whisper to her. As I slip my fingers between her legs, a wave of possessiveness overcomes me. She may not know it yet but she belongs to me. Pippa Dominici is mine and I’m going to stake my claim permanently. “How many men have been here before me?” I demand.
Her eyes watch me but she remains silent.
I squeeze her throat a bit more. “How many Pippa?”
