Deadly Obsession (The Obsession Duet 2)

“Has anyone touched my pussy?”

“No,” I croak.

“Are you lying to me?” Zane cocks his head to the side as he slowly tugs the panties down my legs before tossing them over his shoulder. The cool air kisses my wet folds, and I let out a hiss at the sensation.

“No… no one has touched me. I’m yours, only yours…” I’m panting like a dog in heat. I bite my lip, watching through heavy lids as he spreads my legs, his eyes going straight to my soaked core.

“Fuck, Dove. I’ve missed this pretty little pussy. I’ve only taken you twice, but I want to bury myself balls deep inside of you and live there forever.”

“Yes, please…” My core clenches in response, and I’m so turned on, so ready for him. I need him to take me right now. Take me and own me.

Zane smiles and glides his knuckles against the inside of my thigh as he trails a hand closer to my center. Yes!

When his fingers flutter against my swollen folds, I whimper. “You want my fat cock in there. Deep inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes, now, please…” I beg helplessly.

“Good because I need you, too, right now. I need you, my Dove, and I need you hard and fast, my balls slapping against your ass, my cock pressing against the back of your channel, giving you both pleasure and pain.”

“Yes, Zane. God, please, I need this.” Reaching for him, my hand circles his length, and for one brief second, I forgot how large he is. How thick it is, and how full I’m going to be when he enters me.

“You’ll get me…” He hisses out through clenched teeth as I squeeze his length and move my hand up and down his shaft.

A gasp escapes my lips, and I tip my head back into the pillows when he enters me with two fingers without warning. I’m so turned on and wet that the intrusion does nothing but fan the flames of arousal. He pumps in and out of me, and stars appear before my eyes.

“Fuck me. I’ve thought about this moment every night you were gone. Me finding you, saving you, and then worshiping your body, taking every hole over and over again. Your tight little pussy likes that, wants it. She’s clenching all around me, do you hear the wet sounds she’s making? Do you feel your arousal against your thighs?”

“Yes!” I tug on his cock a little hard, and his thrusts become harder, the heel of his hand presses against my clit, and the added pressure sends me skyrocketing into orgasmic lands. Shivering, my muscles tense and then snap. I clench tightly around Zane’s fingers and let out a deranged whimper at the loss of them as he pulls out of me.

I’m seconds away from asking him what he’s doing when his body blankets mine, and he grabs my hands and pins them above my head. Control. Zane is all about control. With one hand, he holds both my wrists in place, and with the other, he guides his throbbing cock to my entrance.

“Tell me you don’t want this, that you don’t want me, and I’ll take you anyway. I’ll still claim your body just as you’ve claimed my heart, without a single fuck given. You’re mine, Dove, mine and only ever mine.”

Parting my lips, a response is on the tip of my tongue, but I never say it. All that comes out is a bunch of incoherent thoughts, and pants, and begging for Zane to take me harder and faster as he enters me so deeply all I feel is him, his cock impaling me, owning me.

“Heaven, home, life. Fuck, I didn’t know I wasn’t breathing until I met you, Dove.” Zane bows his head as his grasp on my wrist tightens. He drives into me, rutting, going as deep as he can. My body tingles, goosebumps pebble my flesh, and my nipples rub against his chiseled chest with every stroke, heightening my pleasure.

“Zane… I want…” I can barely get the words out…my thoughts are being overrun by pleasure, by pain.

“What, baby, what do you want?” Zane growls, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

“Touch… I want to touch you.”

“Your touch makes me insane,” he grunts but releases his hold on my hands. As soon as my hands are free, they’re on him. He hisses at my touch and thrusts faster, his balls slapping against my ass furiously. His thirst for me is unquenchable, and I’m not sure if he’ll ever be able to get enough of me.

Circling my hands around his neck, I pull him closer until his face is buried in my neck, and all I hear are his heavy breaths filling my ears. Kissing along his shoulder, I grip onto him for dear life as he fucks me like a beast. This is nothing like our first or even second time. There is something so raw and beautiful about the way he comes apart. The man who would paint the world red for me becomes melted butter in my hands, and I love it.