Page 105 of His Coveted Obsession

His strong fingers dug into my waist as he grinned maniacally. “You’reverynoisy. I can make you quiet.”

“Hmm, well, Idoneed to get clean.”

“So you want me to strip you down, toss you outside, hose you down, and chase you naked?”

I winced. “The hosing down is still a little raw and triggering, East.”

“Oh… yeah.”

That right there was a reminder of his lack of empathy, and something I hadn’t really recognized until I understood who and what Easton was. He hadn’t meant it to be cruel, but it was way too soon, and his comment hit home. “But some naked chasing, I’m always game for.”

“Good, because I already hate my hand. It’s nothing compared to your tight, white heat.”

“My tight, white heat is happy to oblige.”

Easton clung tighter to me and abruptly stood as I held on. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom, carrying me.

I pressed my nose to his throat, inhaling his godly, addictive smell.

He set me down when we reached the master bathroom. And to my surprise, Easton started to undress me. It was usually me who had to do all the undressing, so this was a nice change, once again reminding me of how much he cared about me, despite his objections that he couldn’t.

Once I was naked, he turned on the shower to get the water warm. The air quickly filled up with steam as Easton stripped naked.

The breath whooshed out of me. I never got tired of looking at him. Every muscle was defined and sculpted into pure perfection. He was a marble statue carved by Michelangelo himself.

“You are so stunning, Superman.”

“You will look like this soon enough. I’m going to train you to defend yourself. You will never be taken from me again. Understood?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes. Got it.”

He stepped up to me and gently pinched my chin. “You are everything to me.”

I literally swooned. If that wasn’t a declaration of love, I didn’t know what was.

“I love you, too, East.”

He bent down, grabbed his wallet, and pulled out a packet of lube. He held it between two fingers and handed it to me. I tookit and held onto it as he reached into the shower to test the water before he led me under the hot spray.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. You’ll adjust to me fast enough. I needed to be inside you yesterday. Every day.”

The warm water cascaded down my body as I opened the lube packet with my teeth. I poured some into my hand and stroked him before turning around and oiling up my ass.

I pressed my hands to the wet tile, craned my head back to look at him, and nodded. “Take me.”

“Hang on.”

I took a deep breath when the tip of his cock pushed against my hole and he spread my cheeks open with his strong fingers. As soon as he breached me, I let out the breath and bore down, allowing him to sink right in. Even though we’d been having a lot of sex, it still burned like hell, but once I adjusted, the pain quickly passed.

“Fuck…” he hissed. “It feels like I haven’t been inside you for a year.”

“I missed you, too, Superman,” I chuckled.

With both hands pressed flat on the tiles, I pushed back to keep from slamming my head into the wall as Easton pounded into me. Water poured down my face, and I had to keep shaking my head so I could see and breathe.

Soon, the burn gave way to heat and arousal as he brushed over my prostate over and over, the pressure quickly building and pulsing through my body. I just got lost in the pounding and feel of his cock sliding in and out. Nothing else existed in that moment other than Easton and me. All the fear and pain washed away with the water, leaving behind only pleasure.

When I grunted and moaned too loudly, Easton pulled me upright and put his hand over my mouth. “Shush. See, you’re always noisy.”

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