Page 46 of Obsessed Mate

My eyelids fluttered as his hand drifted to my bare shoulder.

“You’re just waiting for me to take control.”

Goddess, he was right, but I couldn’t bring myself to agree. All I could do was stare into those glorious oceans for eyes and hope for a merciful death. He drew closer, sending a warm wave over my chest. Somehow, it made me feel even colder, and I sought to be closer, trying to heat myself up like I had been when I first stepped into the tub.

His dashing smirk melted away my worries. “That’s it. Just give in, sweet Sadie…”

That resulting kiss made everything pale in comparison—the gifts, the sparkling juice, the dresses, and the dinner. Nobody else could have swept me away the way he did with the confident dive of his tongue. His hands rushed my body, smoothing over my curves to find the straps of my bikini.

In seconds, the pieces were floating away from us, bumbling along jagged toward the edge of the tub. He pressed me flush to the wall and propped my thighs over his legs, showing me precisely what I made him feel—and what he felt was hard, thick, and throbbing. My whole spirit flooded with the same heat I felt from the water, and I just kept wanting more.

This wasn’t real. There wasn’t a moment that could have convinced me otherwise—at least not until now. The way he commanded my every response made it feel like we had been together for ages. And how was that possible when I hardly knew anything about the man?

Mystery surrounded him. Every time I tried to poke into his past, he denied me, yet he insisted on sharing his body. Intimacy like that should have gone hand-in-hand with a pairing like this, a real pairing. He broke the kiss and tilted my chin, tracing the scar tissue on my neck with the tip of his tongue.

Goosebumps crawled every inch of me despite the heat. Moans of pleasure roused from my depths, joining his hungry grunts and urgent movements. Cool air swept my form as he scooped me from the water and planted me on the edge of the tub with my legs hooked over his shoulders.

And then he disappeared between my thighs. He burrowed his mouth eagerly into my slit, pushing from me sounds I weren’t sure were real—and I didn’tcare. Because with him at the helm, I didn’t have to be shy. I didn’t have to worry. He would carry me the whole way through the storm without batting an eye. What he did made me feel wild and liberated, and I wanted to keep that going for as long as possible.

Fake or not, I wanted to befree.

Long strokes from his tongue sent astonishing jolts through my body. Each time he flattened his tongue to my clit, my vision went north to the mirrors above showing me exactly what we were doing. Just watching him go to town between my legs was enough to double my pleasure, and even more to see just how unabashed I was under his influence.

Nobody else could have done this. Nobody except Andres.

Conflicting thoughts rose and fell like warring tides, and I battled them as much as I welcomed the delicious thread of desire forming through my body. I bucked into his mouth to greet every delicate kiss, chasing after a massive wave that I knew would deliver me to a greater shore. Several dedicated laps pushed me into the realm of uncontrollable shaking, and I grabbed the back of his head to keep him from pulling away.

He never stopped pleasing me, never once. Even when he rose from the water to breathe, he kept his fingers on my slit, using my arousal to trace my swollen clit. Senses tingled all over when he kissed me hard, inspiring me to grip his cock and pump him generously.

My orgasm felt amazing, but I wanted him again, and then maybe again after that. I might be sore later on, but right now, none of that truly mattered. Andres was the only thing that mattered. Performance be damned, he was all that mattered.

His deep kisses quelled my shaking, turning me into a whimpering mess while he continued to rub my clit. I tugged him closer and wrapped my legs around his waist while guiding his cock to my slit. Soon, I’d be full; I’d be satiated.

Energy renewed as he sank into my entrance, slow and steady motions prompting me to arch back. He cradled my body while bowing toward me, encompassing me with his Herculean strength. Mindful movements marked his path over my body. Warm lips blessed my throat, and then drifted toward my breasts, causing me to quake in the wake of his affection.

Everything he did carried a trace of admiration. It was odd enough to think he cared at all, but part of me was desperate for that obsession. His attentiveness turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain. His hovering made me feel safe. His domination of my body and mind put me at ease.

I’d carried the weight of the world on my shoulders for years. I’d been used as free therapy, free lodging, freemotheringto men who were so much less skilled than Andres. This man wanted to give me everything he had and more without so much as batting an eye to the consequences.

My eyes snapped open abruptly, revealing his determined furrow and parted lips. He noticed me watching him and smiled, a rush of affection pouring into his gaze that made me feel more vulnerable than ever. I clung to him like I thought I would lose him. And in a lot of ways, that was true.

Because once we went home after this honeymoon, we’d go right back to how we were. And I just wasn’t prepared for that.

Andres took my chin firmly. “Focus on me. Only me.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lust took hold as I relinquished all control to him. He hooked an arm around my waist and propped me up while pumping vigorously between my legs. Each thrust chipped away at my resolve, stealing whatever I might have thought or felt or considered. Everything became about Andres—nothing else got through.

And that was just how I liked it.

Minutes later, my undoing caused another round of shaking. He drilled relentlessly until he went totally still, shuddering and quaking through his eruption. Once he was through, he pulled out of me and slipped into the water, taking me with him. The heat soothed my aches and pains, the soreness I knew I would feel later.

Later. When reality set back in, what was I supposed to think? Todo?

I kept making this mistake of screwing my boss. I kept setting myself up for failure. This wouldn’t end well—so I had to end it right where it had begun. If this was all part of the same elaborate performance, then I had played my part well. I didn’t need to do much else.

But even as I pulled away, my heart broke. My soul screeched. My entire body screamed bloody murder while I grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.

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