Page 11 of Obsession

Eventually I break the connection and stand, pulling his sweatshirt over my head and tossing it behind me. I’m wearing the skimpy red string bikini I found on his dresser in the bedroom. It just so happens to be identical to the one I was wearing in the dreams he sent me while we were bound together. “How’s the lighting in this room?” I ask, turning around and looking over my shoulder, giving him a backside view of the thong.

He spins me, pulling me between his legs on the couch. “I think we can make it work,” he says with a naughty smile. He places a kiss on his sigil that’s barely hidden by the tiny triangle of fabric. The beautifully harsh tattoo is two snakes intertwined like a double helix, surrounded by symbols I don’t understand and encased in flames and a pentagram.

He raises his head with a wicked smile and sucks my already hard nipple in his mouth through the bikini top, then he moves to the other. Pulling me down to his lap, he places a tingly kiss to my lips. I open for him and he takes control of the kiss, tangling our tongues in an aggressive rhythm.

I’m a panting mess as he positions me on my knees on the couch. Kneeling before me on the floor, he uses his teeth to untie the strings holding up the bottom of my suit. He snaps it taut in his hands, and with a look so lustful I might combust into flames, he begins working my center with the bikini, slowly pulling the red fabric back and forth between my slick flesh. I gyrate my hips to his movements, but he suddenly stops. “You work yourself. I want to watch,” he says, his voice dropping several octaves, his eyes hooded with desire.

I take the bikini and mimic his movement, slowly pulling the fabric back and forth, back and forth. “Like this?” I ask, breathless.

“Mmmm, you’re a fast learner. What other wicked things shall I teach you?” He leans in to untie my top and tosses it across the room with his sweatshirt. Taking my hard nipple into his mouth, he sucks and then gently bites as I continue to work myself.

“I’ll let you think you’re doing the teaching,” I say in a husky voice, and he laughs. I begin panting and moaning, the friction working me up to the brink, but suddenly he grabs the bikini out of my hands, flinging it across the room.

“Don’t I owe you some groveling for our interrupted date? Is this what you had in mind—me on my knees?” he asks, moving his head over an inch and mercilessly working my clit with his tongue. A phantom touch tweaks my nipples, and then my whole body feels like it’s one live wire. He places a tight grip on my thighs as I moan and gyrate my hips. I hold on to his head tightly as the pressure builds higher and higher. He heats my delicate flesh, and I’m on the very brink, when suddenly he stops. He looks up at me with a devilish smile. “My wanton witch, is this what you had in mind?” You know I can’t read your thoughts. He whispers the last part in my mind, lightly tracing my throbbing clit with his finger.

If you could read my thoughts, you’d know I’m cussing you out. Don’t fucking stop, I demand, pulling his head back down. He laughs as he sucks my clit into his mouth and enters me with a finger, then adds another, pumping and stretching me, driving me crazy, and it’s not long before I cry out in pleasure.

He gives me a cocky smile as his clothes disappear. Good Goddess, I will never get tired of seeing this Cambion’s glorious body. My eyes take in his chiseled chest, traveling down to his six-pack abs, farther south to the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. He takes his thumb and runs it over my bottom lip, and my breath hitches just at that little touch. “Wiping the drool from your mouth,” he says smugly, and I flip him the bird. “That’s the idea.” He laughs, lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist.

He walks us behind the couch, and I slide down his hard body and extremely hard cock. Spinning me around, he surprises me by bending me over the couch and slamming into me in one rough thrust. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, as he pulls out and slams in even harder. “Fuck,” I cry out.

“You’re wrong about one thing,” he says. “You are mine.” He pulls out slowly and then slams in hard. Again. And Again. And again. “You know that you are mine. Tell me.”

I’m not sure that I could speak to tell him anything. He yanks me up by my hair and jerks my head around, aggressively kissing me. Our battle continues with our tongues and teeth, but then the demon doesn’t play fair—he sends a pulsating sensation to my G-spot with his phantom touch. I have to break the kiss as I orgasm again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he says as he laughs and pushes me back over the couch, setting a punishing pace. It’s not long before he cries out, emptying himself inside me.

He stands me up and then throws me over his shoulder, holding me in place with one hand on my ass as he walks us to the bedroom. Tossing me on the bed, he starts to get on top, but I grab him and roll him over, straddling him.

We’re in an epic battle of wills, and I’m not ready to concede defeat. I kiss my way down his neck, raking my nails over his chest and his nipples and moving my tongue over all the hard lines of his stomach. He fists my hair as I keep working my way down his body, giving him time to get good and wound up again.

Smiling when I reach his hard cock, I relax my jaw, taking him in as deep as possible. Gagging just a bit, I relax, taking some deep breaths out of my nose, and keep going until his cock’s hitting the back of my throat. He makes some kind of garbled sound, and I release him while gently squeezing his balls. “Now that I’ve got your attention,” I say, shifting positions to where I’m standing perpendicular to his prone body.

His lips quirk up, unsure of what I’m about to do but happy to find out. I hold on to the headboard as I slowly come down onto his cock in a front split, my body perpendicular to his. He makes a strangled sound and I cry out at how deep he is inside me at this angle. “Fucking undivided attention,” he groans.

I’ve never had sex in this position, but I just go with it. I’m not able to move my hips much, so I just gyrate back and forth. He helps me by sitting upright and grabbing onto my waist, moving me up and down on his cock. I turn my neck to watch him as I squeeze down on his cock like my life depends on it. “I think you’re the one who needs to be reminded. You are mine, Damion.”

“Baby, please for the love of all that is holy don’t ever stop doing yoga,” he hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“You know that you are mine. Tell me,” I command. But before he can respond, he throws back his head—banging the headboard hard as he comes.

I smile as I carefully extricate myself from this position. Man, am I going to be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. He may be the king Leo, but he’s met his match in this stubborn Aquarius.

Chapter 6

Baby, do you need me to carry you? Damion mentally asks me with exaggerated concern.

Okay, so I’m extremely stiff this morning and not moving at the fastest of paces. Flipping him the bird, he laughs as he grabs my hand and laces our fingers together.

It’s a pleasant morning, and we stroll over a few blocks to a restaurant, grabbing a table at the outdoor patio. Our female server bounds over, ignoring me completely as she tosses her hair and gives Damion an enthusiastic welcome. “I’ll have a Bloody Mary, and my beautiful girlfriend will have a mimosa,” he says, reaching across the table to hold my hand.

Our server shakes her hips as she goes to put in our drink order. Points for my demon ignoring the come-on, and for remembering that I don't care for Bloody Marys.

The woman quickly returns, and it’s amazing she doesn’t spill our drinks because she’s watching Damion instead of where she’s going. I can’t help but notice she’s undone the top button of her shirt. “Have you had a chance to look at the menu?” she asks Damion, leaning in to show her now on-display cleavage.

“Ladies first.” Damion glances over to me and winks, and I try not to blush. Yeah, what I did this morning with him in the shower, nothing ladylike about it.

Clearing my throat loudly, the server finally acknowledges my existence. “I’ll have the eggs Benedict. Thank you.”

“And I’ll have the shrimp and grits. Thanks,” Damion says.

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