Page 12 of The Dark Obsession

Chapter 6

Islam my door much louder than I mean to. I can feel the heat rising up my face, anger and embarrassment washing over me. What is the problem? I ask myself repeatedly as I sit on my bed, breathing deeply. My brother has no control over me. I can do what I want.

I take off my clothes and throw them around my room. I yank my comfy t-shirt over my head and flop onto my bed. My little tantrum’s steam is running out. My mind overflows with what’s just happened—Dale’s sudden advances, my battle between wanting him and wanting space. I look out my window at the almost pitch-black night. The moon shines dimly into my dark bedroom. I shake my head, trying to figure out my emotions. I startle at a gentle knock on my door and ignore it with hopes they will just leave.

“Rosa …” a gentle, eloquent voice says as my bedroom door opens. Dale enters and stands at the door, beholding me.

I huff irritation at Dale’s forcefulness annoying me further. “We are not meant to be seeing each other, remember? Space.” I don’t look up, taking out my anger on him.

He closes the door and approaches. “I feel like I can’t not see you. I’m drawn to you, baby. Can’t you see what you do to me? I want you, Rosa.”

My throat dries up as I hear his words; he actually wants me. I try to swallow when I think of my reply, but instead, I lift my gaze just enough so I can see him out of the corners of my eyes. I’ve never had someone say something like that to me before.

“I feel like I can’t get enough of you. And you don’t give me enough of you.” His voice is louder, his eyes narrowing at me. His face is no longer soft and friendly but slightly mad.

“I-I don’t want to r-rush.” I push my hair in front of my face.

“If being passionate is a crime, then punish me. If wanting you is a sin, then please send me to Hell.” He comes closer, and his gaze falls onto my t-shirt. His lip twitches into a smile.

“I have never wanted someone so much, and that scares me,” I say, finally releasing my feelings but realising how vulnerable I sound. “I just feel like we need to take it easy or we’ll just burn up.”

“Did you enjoy what we did?”

“Huh?” I look at him, perplexed.

“In the bathroom …” He grins.

“Yes.” My cheeks redden.

A smile flickers across his lips. “So, why wait? I want to feel you. I want to feel everything, for your taste to be all over me. I don’t know why, but I need to have you.” He sits on the side of my bed, surveying what I am wearing. “Comfy,” he whispers with a smirk.

I ignore his comment about my shirt. “It’s all a bit sudden. I know I have strong emotions. I just haven’t decided what they are yet. How did you get up here, anyway? With Benjamin—”

“I told him, ‘It’s between me and your sister.’ He did object, but I told him to let you decide.” Dale grins. “C’mon, let me taste you.” He leans in, and his lips move softly against mine. “It’s okay … If you decide you don’t want me, at least we’ll still have this.”

I grip his hand on impulse, half of me feeling bad for him and the other desperately wants to feel his love. I can no longer make excuses as to why I need to hold myself back if even he just wants some fun tonight.

He frowns at me as I guide his hand up my leg. He looks into my eyes, pulling back his hand. “I’ve been thinking of this moment since I first met you.”

I kneel on the bed, lift my t-shirt over my head, and throw it onto the floor beside me.

His eyes light up, and he bites his lip as he takes hold of my waist.

My lips turn up seductively, and I climb onto him, pushing him backwards. “I want you inside me,” I whisper into his ear.

His muscles flex as I lean into him, my body pushing hard against his.

I kiss him passionately and let out a soft sigh as he grabs every inch of me while I unbutton his shirt. I take the lead and tug his shirt lower as I kiss his pale, muscular chest. I feel his heart thumping when I trail my fingers down his hard abdomen, my lips caressing along his v-cut abs.

Dale breathes heavily and grasps my shoulders.

I feel a tingling deep in the pit of my stomach. I undo his button and pull down the zipper, teasing him, kissing and biting. His relaxed body tenses as I pull his jeans lower. I bite my lip as I watch him from beneath my eyelashes, then lean over him again, slowly pressing him against me. His fingers touch my naked chest, and I quiver. He thrusts his hips against me, and I release a small moan of pain, but he’s too interested in trying to feel as much of me as possible. I glance at his eyes; they are dark, almost glowing in what small light is in my room.

The dull lamp in my room casts a dancing silhouette across the pale walls as our bodies entwine passionately. My body tingles and is alight with excitement. Together we move slowly, his hands around my waist, my teeth biting his shoulder.

He lifts me off him and lies me back, spreading my arms out and holding them against the bed. His hungry eyes explore my body. He bites my lip as a moan is about to escape me. His hands caress every piece of me that he can. I reach out to touch him, my fingers tingling as they touch his hard, sweating body. His teeth bite at the skin of my neck, sending a series of tremors down my spine. He grabs my hands and pushes them above my head and against the headboard. His body hardens as we both release ourselves—a beautiful release.

His pale skin shines with sweat in the dim light. I look at his beauty as I kiss his bicep. Neither of us can contain our grins, his perfect dimple deep in his cheek.

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