Page 116 of Scorned Obsession

Sweat beaded on his forehead. His jaw was clenched and his gaze was a mixture of agony and possessiveness.

“It’s been a while,” I whispered.

“Don’t say another word,” he growled. “I don’t wanna know.”

“But—” My breath hitched. “Are you in?”

“Not even halfway.”

Oh my God.

He edged in slowly. Was he thicker in the middle?

His words came back to me.I’m going to rip you apart.

He was not joking!

Hysteria bubbled up my throat. “Sandro…”

“Don’t tense.” His eyes were going feral. “Please don’t fucking tense.” It was like he’d become the devil and I was at his mercy.

He spoke through clenched teeth, “Does it hurt?”

“No. It’s uncomfortable.”

“I’ll go slower.” His voice was strained. He withdrew slightly to push in again.

I hadn’t had sex in a year. That was what I was going to tell him. But I got it. I didn’t want to know who was his last or when, either.

He lowered his head and kissed me while he paused his entry into my body. I tasted me. I moaned into his mouth and he resumed his inward glide. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he rasped, “I’m all in.”

“Thank God,” I breathed and I meant it.

“I’ll let you get used to me,” he murmured. He planted kisses all over my face, stroking my forehead, all the while saying, “You’re such a good girl.” He moved slightly, as if peering down at where we were joined. “Look at you taking all of me.”

“I was worried there for a while,” I admitted.

He chuckled briefly with a hint of self-deprecation. “Me too.”

After a few seconds, he said, “I’m going to move now.”

I gulped, giving a brief nod. The anxiety of not being able to take all of him was fading.

He started to pump. I was full of him, tight around him, but after the third stroke, my body slowly molded around him and the pleasure returned.

“You’re mine now, Bianca,” he growled with fierce possessiveness.

The enormity of this moment hit me.

“I’ve always been yours.”

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Sandro

Being inside Bianca was heaven and hell.

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