Page 87 of Deepest Obsession

Pleasure builds up inside of me, and I slow down for a few thrusts. Fuck—fuck. I can see it in Sophia’s eyes just how much she loves this. Just how much she wants this.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, little bird,” I say, picking up my pace again. “And don’t you dare swallow.”

She moans, her eyes finally closing. I finish with a grunt, filling her mouth until my cum is dripping from her lips. When I pull out, I hold her jaw open, taking her in. There’s no denying that she’s mine now.

I grab my phone and snap a picture. For the next time I feel the need to remind her that I’ve claimed her—for good.

Finally, I let her swallow, wiping her face clean of me with a tissue. “Do you need some water, little bird?”

She nods, still panting. I snatch my empty water glass from my nightstand and fill it up in the bathroom sink. After helping her take a few sips, I plant a kiss on her swollen lips.

Then, with a nibble on her ear, I whisper, “I’m going to make you come so many times, you won’t even remember your own name.”

“Wait,” she blurts, her eyes widening. “I need to tell you something.”

I stare at her, every moment of silence like a band tightening around my chest. “What?” I finally grunt out.

She takes a deep breath, trying to squirm into a sitting position, but I keep her pinned down.

“Spit it out,” I snap. My heart is beating rapidly, and she’s going to send me into a full-on panic attack if she doesn’t start talking.

“Xan, I’ve—I’ve wanted to say it for a while now, but I wanted to wait until you knew I really meant it. I didn’t want you to think that he was making me say it.” Her wide eyes meet mine as she takes another breath. “Xan, I love you. I love you so much my heart can barely take it sometimes.”

Fuck. The tension in my chest dissipates, and I lean down to brush my lips against hers. “I know, little bird. I’ve known for a while now.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” she whispers, her eyes still wide. “And for lying to you. I promise I won’t do it again.”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you pay.”

She whimpers, squirming under me. I take her breasts into my hands, rubbing my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. She gasps, probably so turned on and needy that she feels like she’ll burst.

Good. I want this to feel as amazing as possible.

I work her nipples until she’s practically sobbing, begging for more. Her wrists are still tied, but that doesn’t stop the rest of her from moving. When I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, her back arches. She pulls at her restraints, but it’s useless.

Eventually, I lay next to her, spreading her legs. She gasps as my finger brushes against her clit. She’s soaked—so, so soaked. For me.

Her head lolls back into the pillows as I lick the closest nipple to me. Even if she wasn’t tied up right now, I don’t think she’d be able to do a thing. From a single finger and my tongue, she’s lost all control of her own body.

It’s mine now, to do whatever I want to it.

And what I want is to push her over the edge.

I soak in her body, laying before me like a feast. Her chest heaves as I graze her nipple with my teeth. Her whole body jerks as I run my finger over her clit, in up and down and circular motions.

She’s lost in a feeling of pure bliss, her eyes closed, her legs spread wide for me. She lets out a series of small moans, each one more and more tense.

“That’s it, little bird,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re going to come for me, again and again and again.”

She cries out, her body jerking and flailing as her first orgasm takes over. I barely let up, too entrenched in the look on her face to stop. When she’s finished, I kiss her gently.

Pulling at the ropes, she tries to sit up. But I shove her back down, saying, “I’m not done with you yet.”

And I’m not. Truth is, I never will be.

I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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