Page 48 of His Ruthless Obsession

The realization hits me like lightning — I don't care about the blood on his hands or the violence that follows him like a shadow. I only care that he comes back to me whole.

The thought should terrify me. I shouldn't want to be around someone who is so…bad. But instead it just feels right. Nerio does what he has to, and I won't condemn that if it keeps us both safe.

"I'll always return to you, little dove." His words ghost across my stomach as he drops to his knees, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my hip bone. "Nothing could keep me away."

My head falls back against the tile. "Promise me."

"Look at me." He waits until I meet his gaze, those storm-gray eyes burning with intensity. "I promise. You're mine to protect now. To cherish." His tongue traces patterns on my inner thigh. "To worship."

The need in his voice makes me tremble. I didn't know I needed those words until they spilled from his lips, sinking into my soul like an anchor.

Nerio lifts my legs, draping them over his broad shoulders. His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. I gasp at the sensation, anticipation coiling in my stomach.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. "So fucking beautiful."

His eyes lock onto mine, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He's a predator, and I'm his prey. And fuck, do I want to be caught.

"Nerio," I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Please."

"You know I love it when you beg, little dove." His tongue traces a tantalizing path up my thigh, making me shiver. "Tell me what you want."

My chest heaves, heart pounding. I know what he wants to hear. And I'm not too proud to give it to him. Not now. Not when he's so close.

"I want your mouth on me," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the drumming of the shower. "I want you to make me come. You're the only one who can make me come so hard."

A growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my skin. His mouth descends, and I cry out as his tongue drags through my folds, hot and insistent. My back arches off the tile, pleasure rocketing through me.

"Fuck, you taste good." His voice is muffled, his breath hot against me.

My hips buck, chasing his mouth. His hands tighten on my thighs, holding me still as he devours me. His tongue swirlsaround my clit, teasing it before sucking it into his mouth. I whimper, fisting his hair.

"Nerio, fuck," I gasp. "Please. More."

He laughs, low and sinister. "All in good time, Jazz. All in good time."

His tongue slides lower, dipping into me. I moan, my head falling back against the tile. The water cascades over us, steam billowing in the air. My body tenses, the pressure building with each flick of his tongue, each suck of his lips.

"Not yet," he commands, his voice rough. His mouth pulls away, and I whimper at the loss. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as he watches me writhe. "Not until I say so."

His mouth returns, teeth grazing my clit. I cry out, my body shaking. His tongue thrusts into me, mimicking the sex we both crave.

"God, Nerio," I beg. "Please. I can't-"

"Come for me, little dove," he grows. "Come on my face."

His words push me over the edge. My orgasm hits like a rocket, pleasure exploding through me. I scream his name, my body convulsing. His mouth stays on me, tongue stroking, wringing every last bit of pleasure from me.

When the last aftershock fades, he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. His eyes meet mine as he moves up my body, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses.

Once he's standing before me, he takes a small step back, just enough so that I can watch him. Nerio undoes his pants, stripping them off and kicking them away. I watch, entranced, as he takes himself in hand, pumping his length. The sight sends a wave of heat through me.

Thankfully, he doesn't make me wait too long before he closes the distance between us, his mouth crashing onto mine. He's all-consuming, his tongue delving deep, claiming every inch of me.

His hands grip my waist, and he lifts me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrap around him, locking at the ankles. He pins me against the cold tile wall, his body a hot contrast. The steam fills the room, but the anticipation still has me shaking.

"Even death couldn't keep me away from you, little dove," he growls against my lips. "You never have to worry about me."

I gasp as he presses into me, the sensation stealing my breath. There's no gentleness in his touch, only raw, unbridled need. He thrusts deep, setting a brutal pace that leaves me reeling.

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