Page 71 of His Darkest Obsession

A tremor of desire awakes inside of me from his soft and gentle touch and I pull him in close enough to capture his lips against mine.

There’s a moment of hesitation between us when our lips make contact. For a second, Anatoly’s hand stills, and I’m afraid that he’s about to draw back. But then, his right hand slips behind me and pulls me closer to him.

“Oh.” I breathe.

His tongue slips into my mouth and mine rises eagerly to meet it. The kiss sends another tremor through my body and I feel my legs falling open to invite him closer in. A moan escapes my lips. He echoes with one of his own. And both of us swallow each other’s tiny admission of pleasure as we greedily explore each other’s mouth, lazy and wet.

His hand between my legs move until it brushes against the edge of my underwear and slips beneath the fabric to find me wet and waiting. I pull him closer and suck his tongue while blood drums in my ear.

The kiss deepens, grows rougher, and more possessive as he pushes his first finger inside of me. I whimper as my pussy stretches to accommodate the intrusion. The sensation of being filled drives all thoughts out of my head and I pull him closer as I tilt my head up to savor the feeling of being overwhelmed by him.

To be completely owned by him.

A second finger joins the first, and I break the kiss to let out a soft long moan of pleasure. He nips at my neck, kissing along the exposed skin as he starts to move. My hips roll in response, slowly at first. Then faster and faster.

His thick fingers move in and out, torturing me slowly with precision while his palm cups my throbbing clit and his lipsgraze my neck. Every time he pushes in, I can feel the air being driven out from my lungs.

And every time I take a breath, it somehow doesn’t like it’s enough.

But I don’t care.

I yank his head back and turn so that when he comes down, his mouth finds mine again. The moment he does, my free hand moves down to unzip his pants.

“Printsessa,” he moans against my mouth

“Not yourprintsessa,” I correct him as I reach and wrap my hand around his hard throbbing shaft. “Yourbritvochka.”

Heat fills the space between my fingers. It’s so hot. So smooth. And so fucking big. I move my hand up its searing length and I’m shocked when it takes me almost two heartbeats to find the tip.

He responds by speeding up his fingers inside of me, stretching me open as I stroke his cock. Precum coats my fingers as I stroke him. Wet obscene sounds fill the air between us. But from who? I can’t tell anymore.

And it doesn’t matter.

Then, he reaches up with his right hand, grabs the hand I have on his neck, and pins it on the wall behind my head. I yelp in surprise, and he takes the opportunity to envelope me in his heat as he presses his mouth against me again until I’m lost in a world of tongues, fingers, and the endlessly pulsing heat in my hand.

“Yes,” I moan as I pump his cock as mercilessly while his fingers fuck my pussy.

His hand tightens around mine above my head, and he breaks the kiss one more time so that we might look at each other and see the wanton lust swirling in both our gazes. My pussy is filled, and my hips now buck off the floor to meet his hand each time he plunges deep inside of me.

He leans in with his full weight, and I find myself fighting just to keep breathing. If it isn’t for his hand pinning mine above my head, I would’ve slipped down long ago.

Then, he starts talking with every thrust of his fingers.

“You’re so fucking wet,britvochka.”

“So fucking tight.”

“And it’s all mine.”

Sweat drops down from his brow and blossoms across my skin just like it had in my fantasy. My fingers start to shake as I continue work his cock, and nothing can stop the moans that start punching out of my throat, each one faster and louder than the last.

“Yes…” I cry. “I’m so fucking wet. So fucking tight. And it’s all for you. All because of you.”

“Then look at me,” he commands. “Look at me when you come for me.”

My eyes open and I can practicallyfeelhis eyes fucking me in my head. But I don’t care. Not right now. Not when his hand is buried in me like this, not when he’s got me pinned against this wall, not when his cock is starting to grow harder and harder as I pump.

He’s burning me up with his hand, his lips, his teeth, and his eyes. And I’m loving every second of it.