Page 90 of Obsession

The quilt pools around her waist, revealing a hint of flesh where her tank top meets her cotton shorts, and my fingers tingle to feel her smooth skin. Squeeze it until my fingerprints leave lasting marks.

My mouth is dry, so I swallow, but the thirst can’t be quenched. Not until I taste her again.

I trail my fingertips over the curve of her waist along the hem of her tank top. She’s warm and soft and so fucking perfect. She’s also fragile, like porcelain.

Shadows thicken around me as I imagine how satisfying it would be to break her and watch her crumble to jagged pieces beneath my touch.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I stifle a groan. My dick thickens inside my pants, and my fingers twitch on her waist, resisting the urge to ruin her perfection.

Savannah stirs, whimpering again, and with every rise and fall of her diaphragm, my fingers kiss more of her skin.

Watching her closely, I pause.

She rolls over onto her back with a soft sigh that stirs my dick.

Her hard nipples are visible in the faint glow from the streetlight outside, the swell of her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her top. Unable to resist, I slide a finger beneath the hem of her tank top and inch it up to reveal the soft mounds of her beautiful tits.

“Fuck me.” My raspy voice is barely above a whisper as I reach out to tweak her left nipple. “You’re perfect, baby.”

Her back arches to meet my touch.

I’m so damn hard and aching.

Unbuttoning my jeans one-handed, I pull on her nipple, mesmerized by her parted lips and soft whimpers that call to the monster inside me.

I’m careful not to wake her as I climb onto the bed, shoving my jeans halfway down my thighs. I kneel over her and wrap my hand around my aching cock, stroking the thick length while palming her breasts and kneading the soft mounds.

Pleasure tingles my spine, and I feel the veins in my neck bulge as I tip my head back.

Fuck, that feels good.

Savannah releases a moan, and my gaze snaps back to her like a rubber band. Her erotic little sounds and hard nipples drive me insane. I’m fucking ravenous.

Shifting down the bed, I carefully remove her shorts to find her pussy bare and so, so fucking tempting. I reach for my throbbing dick, stroking the hard length as I slide a finger through her slit, pleased when she opens her legs—wet and ready for me. Even in her sleep, she’s my perfect little toy.

I breach her tight entrance, my dick leaking precum. Her slick heat envelops my finger, and I swipe it up with my thumb before dragging it over her plump lips. Surprise shoots through me when she sucks it into her mouth. But she doesn’t wake, and her warm mouth soon grows lax around my thumb. I slide it out, my cock throbbing to replace it. Shivers race down my spine, and I imagine thrusting hard and deep down her throat.

Pumping her pussy with two fingers, I jack my dick until my arm aches. My breaths saw from my chest, and sweat beads on my brow as she ripples around me. I fucking love the feel of her pussy walls clamping like a vise around my fingers.

When I swipe my thumb over her swollen clit, her lips part with an airy moan, and I slow, not wanting to tip her over the edge yet, not until she’s covered in me, ruined and used.

Braced on one hand, I let my gaze roam every inch of her perfect body splayed out for me like a feast—pale skin, round tits, and rosy nipples.

Trailing my gaze lower, I trap my lip between my teeth. Her pussy looks delicious. I’m starved, dying for a taste. Stroking my length fast and hard, I edge closer and closer.

“Fuck, baby,” I breathe out, aiming my dick at her spread cunt. Ropes of cum rain over her exposed skin, and my teeth gnash together. I thrust into my hand and stifle another groan, riding the powerful wave—fucking my hand with a brutality that can’t be leashed, lost to whatever fucking spell she has cast on me.

I hover above her like a dark shadow, catching my breath, my cock throbbing with aftershocks.

“Robbie,” she whimpers in her sleep, sounding so irresistibly tempting that I know I would burn down the world to taste her then.

Taste us.

After settling between her pale thighs, I spread them wide, and then I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of her sweet pussy glistening with her arousal and my cum. I watch her sleep, unaware that I’m about to feast on her until she comes all over my face.

I meant it when I told her I wouldn’t taste her until I’ve slayed her demons, but this is different. She doesn’t know I’m here, cloaked in shadows and secrets. When I’m done acting on my selfish impulses, I’ll disappear into the night without her knowing I was here, too weak to resist stealing her for myself.

At least now that she’s asleep, she can’t look at me with that gleam of hope in her eyes that cuts me like a sharp blade. She can’t make me bleed with that sweet smile of hers.