Page 76 of Sweet Obsession
I kissed her, and it was no gentle plea, it was a mauling, a claiming, raw and unyielding. My lips crushed hers, my tongue invading, tasting her defiance and her surrender. She fought at first, her hands shoving at my chest, but then she broke, her fingers clutching my shoulders, her mouth devouring mine with a hunger that matched my own.
I pushed her back, her spine hitting the cold granite of the headstone with a thud that echoed in the rain. The veil fell to the mud, forgotten, as her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in. The rain fell harder, icy rivulets snaking down our skin, but it only fueled the fire. I bit her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasped, her nails raking my back through my soaked shirt.
“Say it,” I snarled, my hands tearing at her dress, the fabric ripping under my fingers. “Say you’re mine.”
“I hate you,” she hissed, but her hips arched into me, her body screaming what her words denied.
I yanked her dress down, rough and fast, the black fabric slipping off her shoulders in one swift motion. It clung to her for a second before falling to her waist, revealing her bra and skin—trembling, and far too beautiful to deserve this kind of ruin.
My men stood at the graveyard’s edge, their backs turned, a wall of loyalty ensuring no one would dare approach. This was public, raw, but private in its blasphemy, a sacred desecration. I tore her bra away, the lace shredding, and pinched her nipples, hard, twisting until she moaned, the sound a siren’s call in the storm.
“You hate me?” I growled, lifting her, her ass cradled in my arms as I sucked her left breast, my tongue swirling, teeth grazing.
She moaned louder, her hands fisting my hair, pulling me closer. I moved to the other, sucking with a ferocity that made her cry out, her voice trembling with need. Her moans grew desperate, a plea she couldn’t hide, she wanted me, needed me, right here, on this grave.
I set her down, her feet sinking into the mud.
Her red panties were a taunt, making my cock throb, aching to claim her. I pressed my thumb against the damp fabric, right at her core, and she gasped, her hand grabbing mine for a fleeting moment before letting go, surrendering.
“Misha...” she moaned, her voice a broken prayer as I rubbed her through the soaked lace, her arousal drenching my fingers.
I ripped the panties off, the sound of tearing fabric sharp in the rain. “You’ll never think of another man,” I snarled, my voice thick with rage and obsession. “Not him. Not anyone. Only me. Ever.”
“Misha!” she cried, her hips bucking as my fingers found her clit, stroking with relentless precision. Her face flushed, her eyes wide with a sudden vulnerability. “I’m... a virgin.”
My heart stuttered, a dark thrill surging through me. Untouched. Unclaimed. Mine to mark, to seal. “Then I’ll be your first,” I said, my voice low, reverent, “and your fucking last.” The thought that her dead boyfriend never had her, never knew her like this, sent a savage joy through me. She was mine, wholly, eternally.
I knelt, parting her thighs, and buried my face between them. She was slick, creamy, her taste a drug that made my head spin.
I sucked her clit, my tongue relentless, my hands gripping her hips as she gasped for air, her fingers tightening in my hair. She loved it, her moans unfiltered, her body trembling under my mouth. She was mine, and she wasn’t hiding it, not here, not now.
I stood, ripping my boxers off, my cock springing free, hard as steel, pulsing with need. Luna’s eyes locked onto it, not with fear but with longing, her lips parting as if she’d waited for this forever. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, her back arching against the headstone. “Tell me you want it,” I demanded, my voice rough, desperate. “I need to hear it. I want to claim you, Luna, so fucking bad, but I won’t until you beg.”
“Yes...” she breathed, her hips grinding against me, her voice a plea. “I want it. I want you.”
“That’s my girl,” I growled, positioning my cock at her entrance, the tip brushing her slick heat. I pushed in slowly, just the head, and she cried out, her nails digging into my arms, a sharp sound of pain and pleasure. “Misha...” she whimpered, my name a chant, a vow.
“That’s right,” I said, my voice dark, possessive. “My name’s the only one you’ll scream, you filthy little angel.”
I waited, letting her adjust, her tight heat gripping me like a vice. When her breathing steadied, her eyes locked on mine, I thrust deeper, harder than I planned, burying myself to the hilt.Her scream was pure pleasure, loud enough to wake the dead, her head thrown back against the stone.
I gripped her waist, lifting her slightly, and began to thrust, slow at first, then faster, each slam a declaration. “You shouldn’t have fucking left me,” I snarled, my hips snapping, the rain slicking our bodies, mud splattering her thighs.
“You’re mine, Luna,” I said, slamming into her, her moans a symphony of surrender. The headstone rocked slightly, a profane altar to our madness, the rain washing away the last of her resistance.
She shuddered, her breath hitching, her heart racing under my palm. I slowed, teasing, and she clawed at me, desperate. “No, Misha... don’t stop... please...”
“Say it,” I demanded, my thrusts shallow, torturous. “Say you’re mine, or I’ll leave you aching.”
“I’m yours,” she cried, her voice breaking, her eyes wild with need. “I’m fucking yours, Misha!”
I unleashed myself, thrusting with merciless force, deep enough to claim her soul, my hand forcing her to meet my gaze. “Look at me,” I growled. “See who owns you.”
“Mmmm!” she screamed, her voice shattering the storm, her body trembling as she neared the edge. “Misha!” Louder, desperate, her nails drawing blood down my back.
Her climax hit, a primal cry tearing from her throat, her body convulsing, squirting against me in a wave of release. I pulled out, diving between her thighs, sucking her oversensitive core, drinking her in as she squirmed, half-laughing, half-sobbing in embarrassment.
“Unh!” she gasped, her voice raw, but I rose, capturing her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue, sealing our bond in the filth and fire of it all.
