Page 96 of Shadows of Obsession

The pleasure built with each stroke of his fingers, winding tighter and tighter until I was panting, my hips moving restlessly against his hand. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt pressure of him making me inhale sharply.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, and my eyes flew open to meet his. "I want to see you."

Then, slowly, so slowly it was almost torture, he pushed inside. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, and I clutched at his shoulders as my body adjusted to accommodate him. He was bigger than I'd expected, filling me completely, the sensation bordering on too much.

"Breathe, baby," Jaxon whispered, his forehead pressed to mine, his own breathing ragged. "Just breathe."

I forced myself to relax, to let my body soften around him, and as I did, the discomfort eased into something else entirely. Something that felt right. Complete. Like pieces clicking into place.

"Okay?" he asked through gritted teeth, holding perfectly still despite the tremor running through his muscles.

"Yes," I breathed. "Move. Please, Jax—move."

He withdrew slowly before pushing back in, establishing a rhythm that was unhurried but deep, each thrust deliberate and measured. The drag of him inside me sent pleasure cascading through my system, building with every movement.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, his lips finding mine again. "So fucking perfect."

My hands roamed his back, feeling his muscles flex and contract with each thrust. The slide of our bodies together was slick with sweat, the friction delicious and maddening. When he shifted his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids, I cried out his name.

"There?" he asked, his voice rough. "Right there?"

"Yes—God, yes—"

He thrust harder, targeting that spot with precision, focused on my pleasure as much as his own. One of his hands slid down to grip my hip, holding me in place as he drove into me with increasing urgency. The other braced beside my head, his weight supported so he could watch my face.

The intimacy of it, being seen like this, vulnerable and undone, should have been terrifying. But with Jaxon, it felt safe. Sacred, even.

"That's it," Jaxon encouraged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he watched me. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."

The combination of his words, his body moving inside mine, pushed me rapidly toward the edge. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, winding through every muscle until I was trembling on the precipice.

"Jax, I'm going to—"

"Let go," he urged, his hips snapping harder. "Come for me, Anna. Let me feel it."

The pleasure crested suddenly, crashing over me with an intensity that stole my breath. I cried out, my body clenching tight around him as waves of sensation rolled through me. My vision whited out, every nerve ending firing at once in a cascade of bliss.

"Fuck, Anna—" Jaxon's rhythm faltered, his control breaking as my body gripped him. He thrust deep once, twice more before burying himself completely with a guttural groan. I felt him pulsing inside me, the warmth of his release spreading through me as his face pressed into my neck, my name a prayer on his lips.

We trembled together in the aftermath, hearts racing in tandem, breaths harsh and uneven. Jaxon's weight pressed me into the mattress, solid and real and grounding. His lips found my temple, pressing there softly even as aftershocks rippled through us both.

"God, Anna," he breathed against my skin, his voice thick with emotion.

I couldn't find words, couldn't do anything but hold him close, my hands stroking soothingly up and down his back as we slowly came back to earth. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. Not from pain or sadness, but from the overwhelming rightness of it all.

Jaxon finally shifted, careful as he withdrew from my body. The loss made me whimper softly, I already missed the connection, but he didn't go far. Instead, he drew me close, pressing kisses to my temple, my cheek, my lips. Each one gentle, sweet, and full of unspoken feelings.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his fingers tracing soothing paths up and down my spine. "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head against his chest, words lost somewhere between my heartbeat and his. More than okay. Transformed. Whole in a way I hadn't been in years.

"Anna." He tilted my chin until our eyes met, and what I saw there made my breath catch. Awe, tenderness, and something deeper. Something that looked dangerously like—

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?" I breathed.

"For choosing me," he said simply. "For being patient with me. For…" He swallowed. "For bringing me back to life."