Page 96 of Veil of Obsession
I nod frantically, panting and trembling beneath him. He groans, gripping my hips and angling me just right, his thrusts slow and deep, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.
“Come for me, Princess.”
I shatter. My whole body tenses, my orgasm crashing over me in slow, deep waves—drowning me, unraveling me.
Lucio moans low, gripping my thighs tighter, letting me ride out the pleasure and feel every fucking inch of him.
Then he thrusts deep one last time, groaning as he comes. His cock pulses inside me while his head drops to my shoulder as he pants against my skin.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice raw.
I whimper softly, my body still trembling, still feeling the aftershocks.
Lucio lifts his head, brushing his lips over mine. “Told you I’d take my time with you.”
I breathe out a soft, wrecked laugh, curling my fingers into his hair, kissing him—slow, lazy, satisfied. Lucio is still inside me, his cock softening but not completely, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his arms wrapped around me like he never plans to let go.
And maybe he won’t.
I feel wrecked, boneless, sated…but not finished. Not even close. My body is still too aware of him. Of the way he fits against me, of the slow, lazy drag of his fingers over my bare skin, of the way his lips press into my shoulder, soft and teasing. Like he’s memorizing me.
But I don’t want soft. I don’t want teasing.
I shift beneath him, rolling my hips against his cock, grinding against him, feeling him start to harden again between my legs. Lucio exhales sharply, his grip on me tightening.
“Princess,” he murmurs, his voice thick, a warning.
I smirk, rocking against him again, teasing him the way he’s teased me all night. “You said you wanted to please me, didn’t you?”
Lucio lets out a dark chuckle, but his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. “And I meant every word, baby.”
But then he stills. His breath catches.
And I realize…he’s noticed.
I don’t say anything. I don’t have to. Because the second I see the look in his eyes—the shock, the realization, the wayhis muscles tense beneath my hands—I know exactly what he’s thinking.
He’s going to stop. He’s going to pull away.
Not a fucking chance. I grip his jaw, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see how sure I am.
“Don’t even think about pulling away.”
His expression darkens, his jaw flexing, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Baby?—”
“I know what I want,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his and licking into his mouth, dragging my nails down his chest over the hard muscles of his stomach.
Lucio’s cock twitches against me, still wet from our first time. He groans, his hand snapping around my wrist and pinning me to the bed, forcing me beneath him again. His eyes burn into mine, like he’s trying to decide whether to keep me on the edge of this moment or drag me into the dark with him.
Then he makes up his mind.
“You have no idea what you just started,” he mutters, reaching for the bedside drawer, grabbing another condom, and ripping it open with his teeth.
I watch, breathless, as he rolls off the used condom, tying it and throwing it away before rolling the new one on, his cock thick, flushed, the silver barbell piercing along the underside catching the dim light from the mirror above us.
I shudder, my core clenching, remembering the way that piercing felt inside me.
Lucio notices. He smirks, dragging his cock through my slick warmth, teasing me, rubbing the tip over my clit.
