Cruel Obsession (The Obsession Duet 1)
“I never want to hurt you, Dove. But dammit… the way you act, it makes me want to break you down just so I can build you up again. To prove to you that you need me. But I’m not sure I could come back from that. I can’t see my Dove broken in her cage. I want her to sing and fly, but I’m tired of her trying to escape.”
“I can’t accept this…” I whimper.
“You have to, and after today, you won’t be able to fly away from me, Dove. I’m going to shackle you to me. Make you mine forever. Do you understand?”
“Zane, please…” I whimper, my breathing slowly returning to a normal pace. When I finally force my eyes open, I find Zane hovering above me. There’s a softness in his eyes. I want to reach out and grab it, wrap myself up in it.
He’s watching me cautiously, tenderly almost, penetrating my soul with his gaze. Before, when I looked at him, there was nothing. An empty pit of nothingness. Now, there is light in his eyes, pieces of his shine through and down at me.
A rough hand skims down the side of my body, gently stroking the tense flesh. It feels like he’s taking the fear he gave me and replacing it with something else, something deeper. Leaning forward, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my breast, his tongue sliding over the flesh makes me shiver. Every hair on my body awakens at his touch. Reaching my nipple, he takes it into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue.
A spark of pleasure ignites in my belly, and I have to stop myself from arching into his mouth. He sucks deeply, tugging on the hard bud before releasing it with a pop. He works the other one over in the same fashion, and I feel my arousal for him dripping down my thighs. I’m drenched, my core clenching, silently begging him to take me.
I want him. Even though I shouldn’t. Even though it’s wrong. I still want him, and I can’t deny that. I can’t lie about the strange connection we have. Nothing about Zane is normal, and after all the things he’s told me, I know I should be fighting him, but I’m tired of pushing him away. I want this… need it.
“I want you, Dove, and I’m going to have you. I’m going to take what’s mine, own you, seal our bodies together as one. You were meant to be mine, and it’s time I claim you. Time, I make you mine so no one else can.”
Every muscle in my body tenses, and I think he’s going to spread me wide and plunge deep inside, but he shocks me when he moves back and peers down between my legs. Dropping down to his belly, he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me to his face. He inhales deeply, and my cheeks burn. He isn’t doing what I think he is, is he?
I tug against the cuffs and try to look down at him, but in this position, I’m at his mercy. Just like he wants, needs. Dove trapped in her golden cage.
“You smell divine, perfect, and I can’t wait to fucking taste you. I’ve envisioned this moment for years. Tongue fucking you. Tasting your release as you explode into my mouth.” His lips trail the inside of my thigh. My muscles jump underneath the scrape of his tongue. Every touch is heightened. Hot breath fans against my entrance, and I’m not sure if I should beg him to stop or keep going. Zane doesn’t give me a chance to dwell on the thought long before making the choice for me.
His lips close around the bundle of nerves hidden between my folds, and the pleasure that sparks is so intense I lift my hips and gasp his name at the same time. Strong fingers dig into my thighs as he spreads me wider, his hulking frame fitting between them as if he was always made to be there. He feasts on me without care, driven by primal need. His mouth is relentless, and all I feel is him owning me, worshipping me.
I grow wetter and wetter as he sucks, and when his tongue flicks over the bud, I explode. He rips the orgasm right out of me. I’m almost ashamed at how fast I fall apart, but my brain is too drunk on lust to think about that for long. Not when my entire body feels like it’s gone to heaven. My toes curl into the mattress, and I lift my hips arching into his face.
Zane presses a kiss to my mound, and then I feel a finger at my entrance. I’ve barely come down from my high when he slowly slides into me and starts fucking me with that single digit. All I can do is focus on the pleasure he gives me, and when my body starts to coil tight, gearing up for a second release, he adds another finger, stretching me.