Page 12 of Savage Obsession
I can’t tell.
My breathing increases and my heart pounds so hard it feels like I might lose control over my body and pass out any second. The hand over my abdomen moves to my throat. With control, he wraps each of his fingers tightly against my throat and I lean into the new sensation as the fire in me finally takes over as I climax for him.
He increases his speed and tightens his strong fingers the faster he fucks me.
I give in as my pussy pulsates around his shaft. Instead of slowing and letting me catch my breath he continues to feed me every hard inch of his cock.
“Venom! Harder! I need more. So much more. Please!” I need to feel. Need the pain of loneliness to fade. I want to remember his touch and all the heated pleasure.
His hips move with feverish intensity. My virgin channel swells around him, tender. So damn tender I can feel every single vein and throbbing pulse of his cock and he tunnels deeper and harder.
“You’re a beautiful, snow angel. Like God’s angel brought to me on the frozen flake of winter’s dark kiss. You were made for me,” Venom’s praises me and then gives me what I want. His fingers grow tighter, and he pounds into me. He releases my hair to stroke my clit. “Now give me another one.”
I shake my head. “I can’t!” I beg, barely breathing.
“Let me show you just what you can do for me, my sweet winter angel.”
I wrap my fingers around the hand over my throat and hold on as Venom fucks me raw.
Fires tumbles through me. It swirls, dips, and then soars again. Venom is right. The need to reach another climax takes over my senses. It starts in my core and flames outward. Dizzying waves of heat bombard me and it’s not long before I fall into the rush of welcoming flames. Untethered pleasure crashes over me and I lean into the eroticism of pain mixing with pleasure.
“You’re a good girl for only me aren’t you, snow angel? You want to give me everything you have, don’t you?”
“Yes, Venom. Yes…” I moan past his possessive hold on my throat. Electricity comes to life in my veins and the sensation of my climax triples.
I tremble in his strong, protective arms from the fear of the new me emerging from what we just shared. I am not fearless, but tonight something inside me snapped. I rather hide in a hoodie than tackle the world head on. But tonight I stepped out of my hiding and took something I should have never chased or wanted. I took Venom as much as he took me and now I don’t think I can hold onto him.
I rock my hips, desperate to feel everything.
“You’ll make me come,” he rumbles softly. “I don’t want this to end.”
I do it again.
“My sweet Willow.” Another thrust, and he sinks fully inside me. Powerful. Possessive. Claiming. Like he’s obsessed with the feel of my body gripping his.
“Take me. Take me inside that irresistible, perfect body.” Warm ropes of his seed spill inside me and I do not care that we do not have protection of any kind.
Neither of us do, or he wouldn’t be giving himself so freely.
He takes everything, but gives so much in return.
I smile to myself as we collapse forward onto the padded floor. His weight is a delicious feeling of warmth and comfort I never want to give up. I move my hips ever so slightly and feel his release mix with mine. And my blood.
He branded me, but I marked him right back and there are no take backs.
He rolls me to my back and comes over top of me. Strong fingers grip the heavy mounds of my breasts. Little by little he tightenshis hold on them until the tips swell and throb beneath his hungry gaze. He takes one nipple between his lips and sucks the hard tip until he has me panting.
“Oh, God! Venom!” I cry into the night.It’s complete torture. Still high from my release, my hypersensitive nerve endings fire off and my core pulsates. His lips clamp over my other nipple and he uses his teeth to tug at the throbbing tip.
My fingers dive into his hair, and I hold him to me.
He moves back to the other and repeats the sweet torment.
My hips thrust, seeking his cock and he gives me the hardening length without me needing to voice my desires. I ride him through my third climax. Breathing harshly, I cling to him.
This isn’t simple fucking. This is an obsessive claim that is going both ways. I’m wearing his brand and will feel his punishing hold on my body for hours to come. Days, if I’m lucky. His stills between my thighs in a way that feels possessive, and I love how wanted he makes me feel.
“I can’t believe that happened. I mean…three times?” My voice is soft and dreamy. I curl into him, and he pulls me in closer.
