Page 50 of Sinful Obsession

His three fingers in me moved faster now, the rhythm unrelenting, and I felt myself teetering on the brink.

Then, with a suddenness that stole my breath, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching and empty.

My eyes flicked down to his belt as he unbuckled it, his gaze locked on mine, intense.

My cheeks flushed under the weight of his stare, but I couldn’t look away.

He freed himself, his arousal evident, and pulled my hips closer to the edge of the table.

Instinctively, I parted my thighs, and a faint, predatory smile curved his lips.

He entered me with a controlled force, not brutal but powerful, filling me completely.

My body jolted, a cry tearing from my throat as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate.

The table creaked beneath us, the only sound in the silent mansion aside from my unrestrained moans.

I was free to scream here, to let the pleasure consume me, and I did, my nails raking down his back as I surrendered to the rhythm of his body against mine.

His lips crashed into mine again, a fierce kiss that matched the intensity of his thrusts.

For a fleeting moment, the world dissolved—no captivity, no lost memories, no fear. Just him, his heat, his taste, the way his hands gripped my hips like I was both salvation and damnation.

My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I chased the escape his touch offered.

His pace quickened, and I felt the tension building, a tidal wave ready to crash. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, my moans turning to desperate gasps as I neared the edge.

But just as I teetered on the brink, he stopped, pulling out abruptly. A wave of disappointment crashed over me, my body trembling with unspent need.

His erection stood proud, untouched by the pause, and I stared, breathless and confused.

“Turn,” he commanded, his voice possessive.

My legs were jelly, barely able to support me, but I obeyed, turning to brace my hands against the cool, polished surface of the table.

He stepped behind me, his hands steadying my hips as he slid into me again, deeper this time, filling me until I swore I could feel him in every part of my being.

His lips brushed the nape of my neck, trailing soft kisses down my spine, a stark contrast to the fierce rhythm of his thrusts.

His fingers tangled gently in my hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver through me, the mix of tenderness and dominance unraveling me completely.

“God,” I gasped, biting my lip to stifle the moans spilling from me.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a wildfire consuming every rational thought.

“Don’t stop,” I demanded, my voice raw as my hands gripped the table’s edge, knuckles white.

“Beg,” he growled, his thrusts growing harder, more insistent, as if he were claiming every inch of me.

“Please, Cassian... please, don’t stop...” The words tumbled out, desperate and unguarded, as I felt myself spiraling closer to release.

His pace tripled, each movement driving me higher until the world shattered.

I came with a violent shudder, my body jerking against the table as waves of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me boneless and gasping.

My legs buckled, but before I could collapse, Cassian’s arms were around me, lifting me effortlessly.

I was too spent to protest, my body limp in his hold as he carried me through the mansion’s dimly lit halls.