Page 24 of Monster's Obsession

Steele’s hands slid down my back until they were gripping my ass, his fingers sliding between my cheeks and stroking from my asshole to my core. I moaned louder this time.

“What I need help with at the moment, sweetheart, is getting inside your tight little cunt.”

“We should probably talk,” I whispered, my words coming out half-hearted and weak. His hands moved to my waist and he shifted me gently towards my back so my chest was arched up to him like an offering. He kissed my breasts, nuzzling my nipples for a moment before he sucked on one. “Steele. I have a million questions,” I breathed.

“We will. You’ll know everything about me someday soon.” He moved to the other breast and suckled on the tip harder, his teeth grazing the skin, my breath coming out in sharp gasps. “But I need to taste you right now. The worst thing about that cell is not being able to touch you. I tried to give you some space in your sleep…but I couldn’t stay away.”

His tongue moved lower, lapping at my skin as he traced a line from my breasts, around my belly button, to the apex of my thighs. Steele moved me back further in the water, and this was quite the dream…because the water seemed to cradle me as I reclined, holding me in place so I stayed afloat with no effort.

He pushed my thighs wide, and then his mouth was on me. He took his time licking me, like he was savoring my cunt. “You’re mine, Blake. You’ll always be mine. You taste like fucking heaven.”

I whimpered as his dirty mouth went to work, his tongue dipping inside of me, fucking me slowly until I was a mindless mess. I gripped his thick, silky hair. The water melded over my breasts, plucking at my nipples in time with Steele’s tongue.

What the fuck kind of water was this?

I wanted something like this for my room.

I obviously wasn’t thinking clearly.

Steele sucked on my clit, his fingers back around my ass again, dipping all over as he feasted on me.

I erupted, his tongue and the magical water fingers too much for me to handle.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I screamed as I shook my head back and forth, shattering into a million pieces.

“What was that, baby?” he asked in shock, moving his head away from my folds.

It took me a second to realize what I’d just said…very loudly. “I—”

“I know you love me, Blake. There’s no way that the gods would make me this obsessed and in love with you…only for you not to feel it too.”

Before I could say anything else, try to explain it away or something, he reared back and pushed his massive cock inside me. He stretched me, his thickness taking away my breath. The vibrating I’d experienced before with him started again, pressing against every pressure point inside of me until I was screaming my devotion once again as he chuckled darkly, those incredible eyes of his boring into my soul.

He drove into me, every move belying his possession. I wrapped my legs around him, moving with him as best as I could as he spiked the flames inside of me.

“Fucking obsessed with this cunt. You’re so beautiful, baby. I’m so in love with you,” he groaned as his strokes grew more and more powerful with every thrust.

The orgasm this time was a spiritual experience. And a tear fell down my cheek as he thrust into me, because it felt like he was connecting with my soul.

And I hated that.

I hated how vulnerable that left me, that he could seal himself to me like that. He was wrapping himself around my heart.

And when he ultimately broke it—because how could a lying monster not—it was going to destroy me.

Steele fucked me through my soul defying orgasm, rutting in and out of me until my voice was hoarse from my screams, and I was at the tip of what I could handle.

“You’re mine,” he growled, as he began to cum, my insides flooded with his heat as I came right along with him, my body squeezing and drawing as much of him inside as I could take.

I passed over the precipice then, my body finally falling into darkness, all the pleasure wrung out of me.

“I love you, Blake.”

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I sat up, blinking slowly, half expecting Steele to be there in bed with me…but of course, he was nowhere to be found.

Determination flooded my veins. I’d get answers. Today. Screw Creed and whatever he had to say about it.

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