Page 86 of Carved Obsession

I take control, wrapping my hands around her hips and holding her only a couple of inches above me, then fucking her like her life depends on it. I pump my hips upward, easing out before I ram right back in, repeating the movements as she whimpers and chants a series of curse words in her melodic voice.

Her legs tighten around mine, breasts blooming in delightful goosebumps, core pulsing faster as a full-body shiver ripples through her.

“Oh, fuck, Carter . . . I—fuck! I don—”

She doesn’t need to ask for it. I know what she needs.

I release one hand from her hip, bringing two knuckles to her clit and bearing down on it. It takes three rolls before spasms shake her entire body. She cries out as she drenches me with her pleasure.

I’ve never experienced a woman reveling in her orgasm quite like this. I’m so fucking fascinated by the way she squeezes my shaft, so enraptured by the pleasure she douses me in, I almost forget to pull out. I scramble to lift her off, but she frantically shakes her head, slamming down on me and trapping my cock inside of her.

“Scarlet, I—”

“Come!” she rasps.

And by God, I do.

My cock spasms almost violently within her choking pussy, and I spill inside of her. Ribbons of cum jerk in her warmth, and I swear I feel it rippling through my lower belly, my lower back, and up my fucking spine.

She collapses onto me, whispering something about having the contraceptive implant as she buries her head in the crook of my shoulder. I almost chuckle at the practicality infiltrating her ecstasy. She still trembles softly with her orgasm, and I’m barely reeling back from mine.

I find myself with my arms circling her, one hand on the back of her neck, holding her to make sure she doesn’t get away from me. But I pull her head back just enough to see her pleasure-tainted features.

Her eyes flutter open, a dark abyss pulling me in, and I crush my lips against hers like she’s my only lifeline as I lose myself in her darkness. The kiss lacks the hungry violence I was expecting. It’s doused in lazy passion, in comfort and indulgence. And I drown myself in it as I delve into her inviting mouth, stroking her tongue with mine, sucking her lush lips, and tasting every sweet, soft part of her.

When we break for air, it’s lighter. Colorful, somehow. And I know it’s she who is changing my atmosphere.

“This was a mistake,” she whispers.

“Why?” I ask. Her words cut unexpectedly.

“Because you’re the first man to ever make me feel this way. To...make me come.”

“Oh.” Now that is truly shocking. Too many thoughts go through my head, ranging from How the fuck is it possible? to Hell yes, I’m the first to have the privilege.

“Either me and you are it for the end of times,” she adds, “or...I don’t know how to go on without feeling this...bliss ever again.” The truth dances with the flames in her eyes.

It may be the lingering orgasm messing with my brain, but there’s no fucking way any other man gets this privilege from now on. All of her orgasms aremine.

“You can’t expect to tell me I’m basically your first and think there’s any fucking chance for anyone else to touch you, Scarlet. Consider this first orgasm my mark on you. No one gets to touch you ever again.”

I don’t miss the hitch in her breath, and I could have sworn my heart beat just a little faster.

“That’s quite a caveman thing to say,” she says.

“I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

“I didn’t say I don’t, killer-boy.” She rises just enough to better pin me with her intense gaze. “Just remember one thing; if your mark is on me, mine is on you. And I’ll gut any woman who dares to fucking touch you. Make sure you’re okay with that, otherwise there’s gonna be a whole lot of blood on your hands.” Her tone is laced with honey, sunshine, and bloody butterflies. So colorful and sweet you could miss the blatant, disturbing threat.

I take in her violent, utterly possessive words, and I could have sworn my cock, which is still inside of her, twitched. Christ...she really is an unhinged little beast.

“Kitten, you wouldn’t hurt a fly,” I tease.

“That’s true—I wouldn’t hurt a fly. Or most animals, for that matter. But humans are a whole different story.” That feral look gleams in her eyes, bringing forth a feeling so deeply familiar I could be looking into a mirror.

She’s speaking the truth. I just know it in my gut.

“You’re not fucking with me, are you?”