Page 77 of Pain and Possession

"Open your eyes, you're going to watch."

"Watch?" I ask, only halfway listening to him as his fingers tease at my slit through my underwear.

"You're going to watch me make this pretty little cunt of yours come. You're going to see exactly what I see while I do it." His gravelly voice brushes across my neck, making my core throb for him. I push into his hand, desperately wanting his fingers inside me. His touch painfully gentle as he palms my breast through the t-shirt I'm wearing. His thumb teasing my pert nipple as he hooks a finger in my underwear pulling them down to my thighs.

I moan, watching as the fabric slips down my smooth pale legs, his honey tanned skin contrasting beautifully against them. I allow myself to sink further, forgetting everything that isn't him. If only for a moment.

Touch me.

And he does. I watch myself in the large mirror through heavy-lidded eyes. Their golden amber hues dripped in desire, framed by thick long lashes as he runs his fingers across my slit, my arousal coating them as he groans into my ear. My breath hitches when he slips them inside me. Pumping them in and out slowly as my core lights on fire, my nerve endings set ablaze as waves of pleasure course through me. He pushes me forward slightly letting me brace myself on the counter as he continues, my ass pushing back into his hardened cock. Wanting it inside me. Needing it like the air I breathe.

I arch my back again, rubbing my ass into him. He chuckles lightly in my ear, "Focus little doll, this isn't about me."

"It could be."

He adjusts his hand as he continues to plunge his fingers inside of me my wetness dripping onto his cupped palm. He hooks them slightly in a way that makes me cry out as his palm rubs against my clit. We only just started but I can feel my core edging towards that beautiful abyss the one he hurls me into as often as possible.

"Noè…" I moan, squeezing my eyes tightly as I try to prolong the sensation. My body certainly didn't get the message as I start rocking into him, chasing it.

"Open your eyes doll, look how sexy you are fucking yourself on my fingers."

I open my eyes focusing on the way my rose-colored lip's part slightly to accommodate the way I'm panting. They perfectly match the shade of flush in my round cheeks. A jolt of pleasure hits me as he lifts his free hand tugging on my taunt nipple. My normally large, rounded eyes, pitch up in pleasure as I fight to keep my attention on my reflection. Finding it near impossible not to look at him.

"I love it when you make that face." He whispers, as he pushes into me harder. Allowing me more friction against his palm. I moan as I hike my knee on the counter, grinding wantonly into his hand. A light sheen of sweat beads on my forehead. My long dark hair moving in tune as it drapes across one of my eyes. He groans as he moves frantically.

"Look at your desperate little cunt, we only just started and you're already about to come."

My core tightens as my eyes follow his hand as it cups my breast, squeezing it lightly before his lips find my shoulder. Sucking and nipping at it just as gently. His hand slips up my throat, tilting my head slightly exposing the healing wound there a tendril of dread sneaking past the pleasure.

"Every part of you is just as damaged as me Olive. It's what makes you so fucking beautiful to me. It's why you'll always be mine."

"Yes!" I cry out, coming apart on him as I grind harder riding out my orgasm. He doesn't extract his fingers until I still completely, spent. Even then he occasionally adjusts his hand, feather light movement against my sensitive clit. Forcing overwhelming jolts of pleasure through me until I'm begging him to stop.

"You pulled your muddy boots up on my couch." He chuckles finally extracting his fingers from me as he adjusts his hardened cock in his pajama pants.

I frown, "What?"

"The first night we were together, you pulled your muddy boots onto my couch. You kept letting go on the bike, you looked so fucking gorgeous. Your cheeks were the same shade they are now. So nervous to be with me and so ready to die. So much of what I felt was written all over your face. Those… those were the first moments, the first steps I took towards loving you." I turn away from his warm eyes in the mirror, desperately wanting him to continue as my heart drums in my chest.

Tell me more.

"When I woke up to my phone ringing, you were laying on my chest. It felt… heavy and tight. I didn't want to move an inch. Wanting so badly to keep you exactly where you were. I had never experienced anything like that. I had never... not wanted to let go." Quickly blinking away the tears welling in my eyes, I step towards him, wrapping my arms around his scarred body. Kicking myself for every second I spent fightingthisfeeling.

"After I found out they had halted the nuclear threat, I should've told you to leave. But I didn't want to. Suddenly I wondered what it would be like to spend a little more time with you. Get to know you."

"And then I rejected you." I sniffle. He laughs, the sound feels like home.

I'm home.

"Repeatedly. It only made me want you more. I could see it, that desire in your eyes. The way you gave yourself over to me only to pull back. Fucking hell, it was the most exquisite pain I've ever experienced." I pull away leaning up to press my lips to his as his hand finds my stomach, lovingly caressing the skin there.

"Don't go there alone Noè. Please."

"I won't be alone. Hock and-“

I cover his mouth with my hand as my anxiety begins to trickle through the cracks. My rose-colored haze fading away. My vision back to shades of gray and black. "You know what I mean. These past two weeks have been spent pouring over blueprints, sneaking around their compound, training me with blades, guns and everything else. Yet I have to stay behind while you go toherhome on some undercover covert operation bullshit? No."

He takes a deep breath before gently removing my hand from his mouth, "You're barely recovered and you're also pregnant with our child Olive."

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