Page 54 of Deadly Obsession

She tugs my trousers off and unleashes my cock with urgency. This could be the last fuck either of us ever has. Her hot breath warms the tip of my cock. My eyes roll back in my head as she takes my shaft in her fist and guides it into her open mouth. She shouldn’t have this effect on me, but I can’t help it. Her pointed tongue licks my throbbing veins like I’m a fucking cornetto while maintaining eye contact.

Can you see how hard you make me?

I weave my fingers through her hair as her lips make a suction seal around me, making my whole body vibrate with longing. Her teasing is over, and she’s not gentle. She opens wide and pushes me down her throat, gagging to fit as much of me in as she can. She makes slurping noises, and spit drips down her chin. The sound of it hitting the floor echoes like the drop of a pin.

Her tongue wriggling against me makes my hips jolt, and I thrust deeper down her throat. Hell, if I’m not careful, I’ll choke her to death without using my hands. Primal desire has taken over, overruling my other judgements. Now I see why Seb was hypnotised by her.

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her off.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, wiping her mouth with a smirk. “I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

Get up.I tug her hair and don’t let go, pulling her to her feet. She stands to face me. This isn’t a fancy hotel or limousine, but she takes my negative thoughts away even in a locked cell, facing imminent death.

I squeeze her arse, kneading her flesh, then lift her into the air. She wraps her legs around me tightly, trapping me with her thighs. She moans while my cock rubs against her wet entrance, sliding behind her lips but not inside. Not yet. I have to be sure…

“Just fuck me already!” she gasps. “What are you wai—”

Her words turn into a long moan, and her eyes flutter closed as I enter her to shut her up.

CHAPTER35

IVY

“Yes!” I cry as Bram’s cock slides deeper inside me. God, he feels good—too fucking good! Alaric locked us in here for a cage-fighting match to the death. Instead, it’s devolved into a fuck fest. “Oh fuck, yes!”

His powerful arms hold my weight effortlessly, anchoring me in position—not just on his massive joystick but to the world. Right now, we are each other’s entire universe. We’re all we’ve got to hang onto. He won’t drop me. That would admit defeat. We’re not just fucking because we might die. We’re fucking to live.

He grips my arse, lowering my pussy onto him. I sigh, focusing on nothing except each throbbing inch, and his rock-hard muscles push against me. I breathe in his scent—an irresistible, earthy tone that reminds me of a forest during a storm with a hint of blood like we’re on the battlefield.

He backs away until the cold door presses against my spine. A door that seals us from everything outside it. The only barrier stopping us from escaping. A door that I now hope stays shut for a little longer…

I run my fingers through his hair, drawing his face to mine. We don’t kiss, but our mouths are almost touching. His panting tickles my lips.

I clench my thighs around his torso, and my pussy tightens to hold him prisoner.

“You should have killed me,” I murmur as he guides my pussy purposefully up and down his shaft. Each stroke rubs my clamping inner walls, teasing drops of pleasure from me I didn’t even know existed. “Fuck, Bram… Don’t stop.”

All my sensations are heightened. Maybe it’s because we shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe it’s because my whole life has been blown apart, or maybe it’s because this could be the last day of our lives. Whatever the reason, the pleasure is all-consuming and so intense that it rolls through me, making me tremble.

My pussy squeezes him tightly, and I cry out like a wildcat. I need this. I need to be filled by this giant mountain of a man, and from the glint of lust in his eyes, he needs it too. We were on opposite sides, but now we’re together.

We fall into a pattern, like a high tide crashing into rocks. I claw and scratch, clinging on and fighting for release. It spurs him on more. He pounds harder, using my body to make sure that he’s all I’m thinking about… and how he’s making me his.

“Yes!” I buck my hips, and the angle hits my clit to match his thrusts.

He eyes my bouncing tits hungrily and grunts, slowly edging himself out until his cock almost falls out of my pussy.

“Br—”

Before I get my words out, he slams me down again, forcing me to swallow him whole. My pussy aches. His cock matches his appearance—long and girthy.

My eyelids flutter shut, embracing the moment. A sheen of sweat and smeared blood covers our naked skin.

My legs quiver. I sink my teeth into his shoulder to contain my screams while he bucks faster. He’s an uncontrollable force.

Although he can’t talk, I sense how he’s feeling. His eyes seem to change colour with his moods, and the minute changes to his expression let me know what he’s thinking. He’s different when he fucks. Usually, he’s calm and composed, but now? He’s a fucking animal.

I whimper as he rails into me. I want more. I want this. I need him to take it all away. My toes curl.

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